She knew Daniel was here only because she asked it of him, but there was always the lingering hope he might one day enjoy another's company. That he might strike up a random conversation with a stranger and leave the discussion feeling content having had it. It was a pipe dream, an outlandish thought she ought to forget, but that single shred of hope was how Freya survived the past few years.

Another smile stretched across her features as they danced. Freya didn't know what possessed him to crawl out of his shell tonight, but for the first time in months she saw a glimpse of who they used to be. Before the wedding and the vow. Before the fights about her mother. Back when they were happy to simply walk through the park together.

"I always enjoy dancing with you," she told him quietly. Merlin, Freya hoped the trend continued.