Josephine smiled as they came to the ballroom and found that a waltz had just begun. She didn't wince away from his touch as her lightly put his hand on her lower back, following his lead. Dancing wasn't too hard for her, it was much alike the footwork she used when sword-fighting. It was almost second nature for her, though her family had never taught her to dance. She often wondered where she had learned, if that was true. Her crystal blue eyes remained locked with her partner's, their movements in unison. As the music quieted and ended, she almost didn't want to pull away. However, when she heard the mention of the king, she was first to react. Even if no one knew who she was, her strange looks would make it obvious she did not fit in. Her companion shielded her from view, or attempted to, as if in compliance with her fears. Josephine squeaked very softly as she was pulled behind a column, but realized it was another attempt at hiding her. Her blue eyes showed no fear though, merely concern. There was a very rare chance she would be recognized, and an even slimmer chance that she would be caught.