Nancy Tremaine stared out of the window of the ballroom of her new home. Her new home had a ballroom. Because she was a queen now. A queen.
She'd acted so impulsively, swept up in the romance of it all, running away to a literal fairytale land.
But she didn't regret it. She couldn't. She was in love with her new husband and adored her new kingdom. There was nothing to regret. Sure, the way she acted was something that would've been seen as mad in New York, but this was Andalasia! Here it was perfectly acceptable to marry someone you'd just met. Especially a prince. In fact, it was pretty much expected.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a song suddenly beginning. It was "So Close", the song that had been playing when Robert and Giselle danced with each other. When Nancy realised that there was something going on between her and Edward's then fiancés.
"Can I have this dance?" Nancy turned to see Edward with his hand held out to her, the other one tucked behind his back, his posture perfect.
Nancy didn't even hesitate to take his hand. "Why this song?" she wondered curiously as they went to the middle of the dance floor. She didn't question how the band knew a song from her old world. She quickly learned that when it comes to songs, Andalasia magic meant people just knew songs.
"Well, it was our first dance song, of course," Edward replied, putting his hand around her waist and she rested her hand on his shoulder. "But we didn't get to enjoy it properly last time. This was, naturally, a grievance that I simply had to fix. We can't have our first dance marred by less than happy memories."
Nancy grinned. "No, I suppose not."
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