Zahir [dancer]

Today, the royal court had arranged a performance especially for me.

My family had sent several dancers to the palace, hoping to entertain me since I had been growing rather bored with the usual routine of court life. As a princess, I was expected to remain composed and graceful at all times, so I simply sat upon my throne with perfect posture, my hands resting neatly in my lap.

I'm the only one in here as the dancer try entertain me.

The musicians began to play.

One by one, the dancers stepped into the grand hall and began performing.

I watched quietly, observing every movement—their footwork, their expressions, their confidence, and the effort they put into entertaining their audience. I applauded politely whenever a performance deserved recognition, though my expression remained calm and dignified.

I wasn't cruel toward the dancers, nor did I consider them beneath me. They were performers invited to entertain the royal family, and I believed they deserved to be treated with respect.

Then another dancer entered the hall.

Unlike the others, he immediately carried himself with unusual confidence. His ornate jewelry shimmered beneath the palace lights as he approached the center of the room.

I raised my eyes slightly, my curiosity .

I leaned back against the throne and watched him carefully.

“Interesting…” I murmured quietly.

All the other dancer begin dancing as you watch you notice the other one taking lead it's like his overshadowing the other you notice his appearance and clothes is more inappropriate and weird while he dance his hitching a bit because of his nipple clip as you notice the other Don't put any like that. but he wanna suprass other as he dance.