When Antony said getting warmed up, being the serious man that he was, he actually, quite literally meant getting warmed up properly.
The two of them dropped to the floor, right in the middle of this ultra royal-core room, stretching their legs out, circling their arms like they usually did for their dance sessions.
Kaija stole a glance at the handsome man striking a perfect arm stretch next to her, brow twitching faintly. Though she hadn't watched that many romantic movies, she was sure there was no scene with the couple stretching and warming up before a slow dance.
"Your hand, please, my lady," Antony said, extending his hand toward hers with his head and one knee lowered, like a true prince.
With the prince-like attire he had worn since he arrived at the Open Hall, with tailored trousers the same brown color as his hair, and a camel suit jacket over a white shirt, he looked every bit like a royal prince to her eyes right now.
