"We have to dance?"groaned Arthur at the same time as Morgana excitedly exclaimed"We get to dance?"
After being once again lectured on what was proper for young aristocrats, Arthur had no choice but to admit defeat. While he shot Morgana a dark look for being happy about this ordeal, they assumed closed position as instructed.
A few hours of Arthur continually stepping on her feet, Morgana was completely exasperated."Quit treading on my toes, will you?"
"I'm not doing it on purpose,"the prince hissed back angrily."This is hard."
"No, it isn't,"Morgana retorted."I'm not squashing your feet."
Arthur glared at her."You don't have to lead!"
"Fine, I'll lead then. I bet I can do it,"said she snootily. The boy just stared at her baffled."You can't lead. You're a girl."
Morgana rolled her eyes."Thanks for telling me, it had completely escaped my notice! Now just please let me lead. I won't tell anyone. Promise."
Figuring that he would be allowed to leave if their tutor thought they'd finally gotten the hang of it -and hoping that Morgana would fail so he could tease her about it- Arthur agreed.
To his annoyance, she led perfectly.
