Sing to me, oh muse...
"Thank goodness this day is over," Charlotte sighed as she began cleaning her desk off for the night.
It had been a rough day for the Queen, which in turn had meant a long day for her. A two-hour long session with Parliament had left endless tasks to do, and there seemed to be an unusually large pile of mail to sort through. Added to it all, the phone had been ringing constantly all day because something had gone wrong with the answering system.
Charlotte looked up in time to see Maurice, the Queen's white poodle, scamper down the hall with the Queen following (at a slower pace!) behind him. They were heading out for a walk, presumably through the garden. A few minutes later when she glanced out the window, Charlotte saw that she was correct. She sighed again and returned to her final task of the night.
It took 20 minutes to get her desk organized and the applicable items cleared off. Grabbing her jacket and her handbag, Charlotte left the office and started down the hall, passing Maurice being led by one of the Queen's maids. She was making her way down the stairs when she heard faint music coming from one of the rooms off of the main hall. Curious due to the hour, Charlotte went to see what was going on before leaving the palace for home.
Upon closer inspection, Charlotte figured out where the music was coming from and stepped up to the window of the room, peering in. The music was clearer now, and she easily categorized it as a tango. The room was only dimly lit, whoever the occupants were had not bothered to turn on lights. Charlotte could make out only one figure so far in the center of the room, and was only able to because the figure began moving.
The figure, a male, had started with the beat of the music and within seconds was joined by another figure. They were dancing separately to the same rhythm, but both in a sensual and relaxed manner. As the tempo increased, the man and woman seemed to be drawn to each other and began their dance together. Once they paired up, Charlotte immediately recognized who it was and watched, entranced. The male figure was somewhat obvious to her-afterall, the music was Spanish-and she identified him as Joe, the palace's head of security. The identity of the female was slightly surprising to her, though perhaps it shouldn't have been. The two were together often, and she had the distinct feeling that it was for more reasons than just security matters.
She had seen Joe and the Queen dance together before at functions and once privately, but never like this. Tangoes weren't exactly the music of choice for formal events! It also occured to Charlotte momentarily to wonder how the Queen knew how to dance in this manner-it was a known fact that Rupert was not much of a dancer, and this type of dancing was not considered proper for royalty to learn in Genovia. Charlotte's attention was turned back to the couple in the room as the music changed. The tempo increased again, but neither one faltered-they easily adjusted to the music and the dance became even more sensual as the pace was quickened.
After another minute, the music changed completely, slowing to a waltz. Charlotte was amazed at how smooth the transition was to the next dance. She had never before been so hypnotized by dancing before. These two people were so in tune to each other, every movement was effortless and perfectly executed. Finaly stepping back and turning to leave she thought back for a fleeting moment on the last time she had seen the two dance privately. They were so connected then, as well.
What was it that these two people shared that enabled them to dance like this together? She had never seen the Queen so at ease, never seen Joe so immersed in something other than his job as head of security. Dancing, together, they were so passionate that Charlotte couldn't help but be amazed. She had the feeling she had just witnessed something rare, that few others would ever see.
Look, I indulged y'all. Until next time. -KSpirit
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