Semi-Coercive Imperialist
Chapter 232
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Dance.
For nobles of the First Nation, or children born into families with even a little name recognition, it was a virtue considered essential to social life.
I had once obsessed over it far too much, but its nature was not all that different from swordsmanship.
The movement of the feet. The tension flowing along the spine. The paths traced by the fingertips. Every line formed by the body came together in the process of creating a single beauty.
Yet dance was never something one could do alone.
The person standing before me.
The person holding my hand.
The person I leaned against, sharing my weight.
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