The practice hall that afternoon was rattling with the boom of music and my screams, which probably could make a raven faint on the next tower.
"One more time from the beginning! With soul, with spirit, and with... imaginary glitter!" I exclaimed while spinning in the middle of the hall. I raised my hands high, as if a spotlight were falling just for me—because it absolutely should be.
I, Lady Liliane von Hohenberg, the future dance legend of this century.
Or at least a legend among my own servants.
Several dancers were already staggering behind me.
"Young Mistress... I think... I'm starting to see stars..."
"Good!" I cut in quickly, with the stern tone of a professional coach. "That means your aura has opened up to art! Or maybe you're dehydrated, but still—good spirit!"
