![]() ![]() ![]() And then, abruptly, the song came to an end. Sisi reacted with a valiant effort at a smile. Smile! You're standing opposite my son, the emperor! And then, inexplicably, Sophie flashed a broad smile. As her gaze slipped away, she caught a glimpse of Aunt Sophie, who watched with her own eyes narrowed. Sisi looked into his eyes but found it impossible to hold his stare. It wasn't supposed to be me, Sisi thought. The sister who sat, watching, her hopes surely crushed by this latest blow. How probing and curious were the eyes affixed on her from around the hall, causing a swell of discomfort, the urge to flee and hide. And yet, how far from natural this whole assembly truly was. How happy she was to be standing this near to him. Aware of the different emotions that chased one another, wrestling and fighting within her. ![]() "You do me a great honor, cousin." Sisi swayed opposite him, very much aware of his hand on her waist. Franz did not hold her as tightly, did not lead as assertively as her previous partner, but the song was clear and upbeat, and she grew more comfortable as the steps unfolded. Sisi moved her feet in time with his, following Franz's lead, as she had done with GrĂ¼nne. The violins began, and two dozen couples filled in the space to the left and right of the emperor and his chosen partner. And so, seeing no other option before her, Sisi gave him her hand and forced herself to smile. ![]()
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