Antoni’s P.O.V
Antoni feels his muscles jump every time Victoria falls on the ice. He doesn’t understand how someone can enjoy a sport like this. It’s pretty to look at, and the theory behind painting a story with your body is brilliant, but the damage the athletes sustain to reach a level where their story can be told to an audience?
Not worth it, in his opinion.
Victoria tumbles again, her butt sliding a foot across the ice with the momentum, and Antoni winces.
“Learning how to fall and not get hurt was one of the first things she learned, so don’t worry too much,” a familiar rich voice says to his left.
“I’m not.” Uncrossing his arms, Antoni straightens to his full height and takes a step closer to the rink’s blue barrier. “Bell isn’t some fragile princess. So you can run along with your mighty steed, Prince Charming.”