"So, um, Anryth?" I asked, picking at my skirt. "I heard you tutored Selena when she was younger.
"Why, yes!" the old butler said, straightening with a smile. He'd just placed a thin, silver platter with a few thin slices of bread and a porcelain bowl of stew before me, my dinner for the day. "She was a most…irresponsible student. Very willful, especially as a child."
"Really? She was very spirited at the Divine Throne, too. But not so much anymore. She seems…tired."
"I think her rather abrupt departure from the southern continent had something to do with it," he admitted, scratching his cheek. "But why bring it up? Curious to hear stories of your mentor as a child?"
"No, it's not that…" I hesitated, staring at the food. The aroma was alluring, but the butterflies in my stomach hid my appetite. "I just brought it up because, well, earlier today, she mentioned you might be willing to teach me how to dance."
