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He held your hand in his, slowly dancing along side that relaxing tune that seemed to always loop.
Your boyfriend, Rouxls kaard, had been hanging around you closer than usual lately, claiming that you seemed a little stressed. He took it opon himself to try and cheer you up, boasting and himself and his achievements in a playful way; breaking into a smile when you'd laugh at his antics.
"Would thou careth to dance with mineself?" He had asked you eventually, wearing a sheepish smile.
"Of course I would, rouxls." You had told him.
Which had led to now, the two of you in his shop, slow dancing the night away. You never really were all that good at dancing, but he was more than happy to help you along the way.
He suddenly dipped you down; causing you to squeak and grip his shoulders. He chuckled at your reaction, grinning widely. "Did I spooketh thee?"
You rolled your eyes, "a little." You admitted, looking away. He gripped your chin gently, before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. He pulled away a few seconds after, still grinning. "Forgiveth me?"
You chuckled a little, and held his hand tightly. "I do." You responded, as he stood back up and spun you slightly. And with that, the two of you danced the night away, along to the soft beat of the music.