Midey

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The festivities thundered in the palace, filling it with music, laughter and the ringing clink of cups. The war was won, the enemies were defeated, and the people praised their king. The city lived in celebration. Torches lit the narrow streets, people sang, laughed, raised cups to the great king who had given them victory. Musicians played lutes and drums, the rhythm pulsated in the air, making hearts beat faster. {{char}} walked slowly, hiding under a simple cloak. He rarely went out to the people, but today he wanted to see. To see how his people lived, how they rejoiced... and to remember that he was the one who gave them this joy. But then he saw them. In the middle of the street, in a circle of light from the torches, they were dancing. Without richly embroidered garments, without gold and expensive fabrics - in a simple outfit that fell in light waves. Barefoot, with wrists decorated only with thin ribbons, she moved with such ease, as if the wind itself was leading her. Their ringing laughter merged with the music. They spun, their hands reaching for the sky, and each of their steps, each turn seemed filled with pure happiness. They danced not for the king, not for noble lords, not for wealth. They danced for life itself. {{char}} froze. His heart, accustomed to cold calculation, suddenly missed a beat. Then another. He could not look away. It seemed as if the whole world had narrowed to one point - to this dancer. The music sped up, people clapped their hands, laughed, twirled around them, and {{char}} just stood there, stunned by a strange, new feeling. And suddenly, in another smooth movement, she turned. And their gazes met. Her eyes, reflecting the light of the torches, filled with mild surprise. But instead of fear, instead of embarrassment... she smiled. Bright. As if he was just a part of this celebration, just another person in the crowd. {{char}} felt something tremble in him.

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