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It was simply a disaster.
Estelle wanted Yuri to come to this ball - he protested but couldn’t win against her eyes - and because he said he didn’t know how to dance a waltz, she ended up trying to teach him.
That was more work that she could have handled.
It started off well. It was easy to show him the positions of where his hands and feet should have been and showing him the movement of how the dance was, but actually attempting it was a very different story.
Yuri was good at many things but when it came to dancing, it seemed he had two left feet. He would constantly step the Princess’ feet, be off beat, and anything else that could wrong in a lesson did.
He felt horrible as she healed herself, but as he was about to apologize, she saw her smile as she thanked him. Without saying anything, he leaned over and kissed her forehead, resulting in her cheeks turning a slight pink.
Estelle didn’t need him to be great at dancing; he was fine the way he was, even if she wished she could cook as great as he could.