The dance of the day had yet to be declared to the students of Royal Prep.
Even ignorant of what was to come, Amber wasn't worried. She would simply glide through the proper instruction, as she often did in during these lessons. She was made for dancing!
After having informed those gathered they would be learning the polka, the dancing teacher looked down to the list in his hand, going through a list of the class' names.
James with Vivian, Clio with Zandar, Khalid with Sofia-
"And Amber, you and Desmond will be dancing together," announced Professor Popov.
Desmond!
He'd keep his eyes down to the ground every step of the way and still he'd managed to stomp on her toes, and ruin her princess pumps to boot.
Amber raised her hand high to catch the teacher's attention as quickly as possible.
"Yes, Amber?"
"Professor Popov, would it be possible to pair me up with someone else?" the princess asked, adopting a sickly sweet tone only she was capable of mustering.
Before the professor had even answered her, Amber could tell by the soft shake of his head and slight curve of his lips that she wasn't going to be pacified so easily. The smile she had been wearing starts to fade.
"I'm afraid not, Princess Amber."
If one were to listen close enough, they would have heard a growl having been emitted from the young girl. Amber tuts, tossing her head back slightly as fingers rise to fluff out the ends of her hair.
Fine, if that's how it must be. But Desmond had better not ruin the lesson for her.