Separated by the mass of villagers now releasing their inhibitions in both drink and dance, Sienna and Adrian would only come to meet through gazes of the raging fire. Even as they would find conversation, both dull and illuminating, they would flirt over the rise and fall of the flames with nothing more than these longing gazes. Similar to how they had done this during meals at the castle, Adrian would take the edge of his mug to his lips but keep his eyes remained to her until she was pulled to join the dance. She would find a sense of relief and comfort to wash over her as she would not be bowed to or addressed in a title well beyond the means of her birth, instead, she would be a woman without title, but holding the focus of the King.
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