Accidental Immortal Chapter 15 – Dancing with the King (Serialisation)

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Accidental Immortal Chapter 15 – Dancing with the King (Serialisation)

Accidental Immortal serialisation

There are fates worse than death…

Welcome to the serialisation of Accidental Immortal. Chapters will be published four times a week so the serialisation will be completed at (roughly) the same time as on Wattpad, if not a little sooner!

If you would like to start from the beginning, please head over to chapter one. There is also a contents list at the bottom of each post.

Ceri Clark

Chapter 15 – Dancing with the King

The king strode through the dancers, not giving them a second glance as they parted into two groups before him. His jaw was set in a determined line. The bustle of skirts in the silence caught Lynsey’s attention and she had time to see him approaching before he reached them. Lynsey looked at the food longingly but realised that in this place and in this time a crown on someone’s head should be heeded.

He was dressed in blue brocade and although to Lynsey he looked like someone trying too hard. Wasn’t everyone here? He moved with an assurance that she seldom saw in her world. It made her pause in her appraisal.

The king was handsome in a different way to Arkan. The King’s hair was cropped close to his head and he had a neat goatee that suggested that he liked things a certain way. This was a man not to be trifled with.

His manner was charming and he moved with purpose.

“Lady Walker I presume?”

“Your Highness.” Lynsey curtseyed clumsily. His eye flickered briefly. Was that amusement?

“I trust your journey to our fair city was uneventful?”

Oh God what should she say to that? Should she admit to being kidnapped? She saw Arkan in the distance tense up. He probably couldn’t hear what they were talking about but everyone was looking at them. She had better get this right.

“I did encounter some problems but nothing I couldn’t deal with.” She smiled sweetly at the King.

“What happened?” His voice was syrupy, full of concern but his shoulders and arms went rigid betraying the importance of her answer. Something was riding on this but she didn’t know how this game was played.

“I took a walk with my companion in the park and we were accosted by some brigands.”
Those romance novels had really done her vocabulary a favour. Who knew they would come in handy?

“That is awful.” He leaned in closer. “I could offer some of my guards to make you feel safer? This city can be a dangerous place for someone as rare and beautiful as you.”

“Oh I’m sure that is not necessary. We managed to get away. I think the ruffians must have eaten a few too many pies.” A titter travelled around the room. “Luckily, Cousin Luna has doubled the guard around her house so I can sleep easy.” Name dropping might be the thing to do here.

“Then you can indeed relax, fair maiden. May I offer you a dance?”

Unsure, Lynsey searched the crowd for Luna. She nodded from behind the king.

“I would be honoured your highness but I must confess that I grew up in the islands and I have only been here a couple of weeks.  I do not yet know how to dance. I fear that I will stand on your feet.”

Lynsey was really starting to love talking like a character from history.

“You are doing great. Pico told her. “I’m transmitting what they think you are saying from what I’ve heard since we arrived in Ghinari. I picked up the higher speech from the store clerks and customers but we can use the more colourful dialects from the maids and the streets if we need to.”
“You are loving this too aren’t you?”
“Well yes – yes I am.”
Unaware of the silent dialogue, the king took her hand and moved her through courtiers to the dance floor where a space had naturally cleared.

“My dear, I shall be happy to teach you.”

A rapid beat on string instruments filled the room but the king threw up his hand. The music drew to a halt as a combination of harps, lutes and drums were silenced.

“Something slower, I think.” The music changed to a lower tempo. He took hold of her other arm and moved his feet in a slow box step.  Other dancers joined them on the floor.

“Pico I need your help. I can’t dance!”

“I understand.”

Lynsey gave up control and watched as Pico copied the other dancers with more grace than she could have mustered in a hundred dancing lessons. She began to enjoy herself as her body moved to the steps without effort.

“Pico, you are a star.”

“See, you need me.”

“I realise that now.” she replied as the king whirled her around.

When the tune ended, an advisor pulled the king away, leaving Lynsey alone in the corner of the dance floor. She saw several men from the crowd take a step forward but Illyara was beside her in moments, stopping them in their tracks. They continued their way to the food table. She felt her companion’s approval and her mood lifted. If Illyara thought she had done well, then she had. No pregnant goat here, thank you very much.

The food table was full of every food that Lynsey could imagine and few that she hadn’t seen since her arrival. Illyara’s eyes seemed to pop out on stalks beside her.

“There was a famine this year.” Illyara breathed.  “Look at this food. Where did it all come from?” The table stretched across the entire length of the room, its legs gr