Heaths pov

Pushing open the door to the ballroom soft piano music comes through spreading into the hallway dipping into a turn her body twisted in some intricate pattern her body was poetry in motion and her voice was art without paint finally she saw me, that's when she slipped.

Alexias pov

I hit the floor like a hundred pound weight "ow" I let out a scream of sorts. That's when I felt hands strong, warm, and calloused, this boy wasn't heath luck who pulled my hair when he was seven years old, this was heath luck who saved me from getting trampled by a horse when he was fourteen years old, this was a man who would be the royal guard to my sister and I and that's what scared me the most, this wasn't my childhood friend this was a defender and a protector.