Arthur and I finished our dance just as the next song began to play, sending more couples onto the floor. The atmosphere shifted, the ballroom filling with movement and laughter as the celebration truly began.
I turned to him. "Do you want to meet my father?"
Arthur tilted his head slightly, considering. "Sure."
"You don't have to," I added, watching his reaction. "He just wants to meet you."
Arthur smiled. "I don't mind. If anything, I should get to know him."
Satisfied, I nodded and linked my arm with his, leading him toward where my father was speaking with other guests.
My father was effortlessly holding court, exchanging pleasantries with nobles and corporate heads alike. But the moment his eyes landed on us, his attention shifted, a knowing smile forming on his face.
Arthur inclined his head in a polite bow. "Greetings, Marquis Springshaper."
My father chuckled. "No need to be so stiff."
