Ezra made his way through the ball occasionally looking at the dance floor where happy people enjoyed dancing. He had been trained to know all the dances common in his kingdom but there were few that he could still do in his condition. The stump of his arm began to itch, that was always the worst part, pain and an itchiness that hovered to where he couldn't scratch it, where his arm used to be.
To say that losing his arm didn't bother him would be a lie, losing your dominant hand was very inconvenient although he would do it all over again. He worked hard to protect his kingdom and if an arm and some scars were all it cost he would gladly pay it again. Fortunately few mentioned it as he talked to the individuals attending the ball, most would glance and see the empty space and do their best to avoid staring and not being it up. He didn't mind discussing it but it would get old if more than just a few overly drunk people asked about it through the night.
The tempo changed as the bards switched to a different song, one that he knew and could still dance to. He excused himself from a conversation he was having to walk to the dance floor. He began to dance with a few masked woman and having a great time, the feint warmth of the sparkling wine helping to ease the nerves. As partners exchanged and switched he found himself standing in front of a woman dressed in red and gold. He rested his remaining arm behind his back and bowed. "May I?" He asked, his voice deep but pleasant like a hot drink on a cold night. The current dance was simple but fast paced, partners clasping their left hands together and holding them up as they spun in circles with simple steps that could be quickly learned even by inexperienced dancers. Normally the right arm would be held behind their backs but he no longer needed to do that part.
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