Something Always Happens in the Ballroom

A soothing melody was heard all around the ballroom.

Lovely to all those present.

Lovely to all except Francis.

A heavy sadness was weighing him down.

Bearing down and crushing him.

His heart felt like it was ripping apart.

And an ashy taste covered his mouth.

That was when it happened.

As he was wallowing in his own sadness, he felt it.

He felt death around him.

They were under attack.

While he could feel death around him, he didn't know if it was the guards getting killed or the enemies, but either way, something was happening.

The red-haired woman that was dancing with him was crestfallen at the polite interruption. But this was an emergency.

"Joan," he said.

She was sitting nearby, her heels had been killing her feet for the longest time.

She looked up at him, a question in her eyes.

"Let's go," he said.

And off they went.

Or so he thought, as he realized that Joan went to change her shoes.