Literature
Squashtober #8 - The Dance
All eyes turned toward Fenhua as he tried to keep his composure before the Queen’s piercing gaze. His heart that had, mere moments before, been dancing a merry jig in his chest at the moment he had just shared with Lady Yan, now lurched into terrified motion as he realized what had happened. His dance with Lady Yan had been a wonderful thing, a sight to behold, and the applause that followed had briefly put him into a state of pure elation. But he had made a grievous mistake. He had upstaged the Queen at her own event. Fenhua had been so wrapped up in the rush of emotions that he had failed to see when Yusia took to the dance floor. His instincts were screaming at him to prostrate before her, to beg for forgiveness, to beseech her mercy – but something in him warned him not to do it. She had not yet actually addressed him, not yet actually reprimanded him, nor expressed her displeasure. If he acted now, took the agency from her, it would be like a mouse choosing to dash across an open