To serve the Crown. As her brother did. Rather than being married off for her magic. An impossible dream.
Onyx ignored the temptation as she stared at the dancers.
“Why aren’t you out there dancing, Lady Onyx? Your brother said you are quite a good dancer.”
Mortification stole through her, but she only lifted her shoulders. “If I’m going to emulate the adults, I’d rather do it in other ways.”
Prince William paused. “Though I see what you mean, it’s a pity. I would have liked to dance with you.”