Dec 30, 2015
we were free | marcellus & astrid
“Pardon me, my lord. Would you honor me with this dance?” she asked as she curtsied low in front of the man. Astrid paid no attention to the people beginning to whisper around them. She had danced with Isiah and they had nothing to say about that, so what did it matter that she enjoyed one simple dance with her former husband-to-be? It was just one dance.