Chapter 170. The Rock Foot Dancer

CLARISA

I discovered the book the healer had given me and opened to the page I had been reading until the wee hours of the morning the night before.

This time it was a story called “The Rock Foot Dancer,” and when I read it, I didn’t have to think about Chris or Jason, who were beginning to give me a headache. I needed that outlet.

“In a small and ancient city, a beautiful and splendid woman delighted all the inhabitants with her elegant and refined dances. She seemed to be made of silk, so easily she moved and flattered everyone who passed in front of her, no one could stop admiring her, as much as they wanted to, and when she smiled the world would collapse. Her name was Frannia; she was slim, had a dark brown complexion and brown eyes; no one in the kingdom was as beautiful as she was. The king himself had tried to take her as his wife, but his attempt had failed. She rejected him for the love of the dance; the dance was her mistress, which made her breathe a si