♦Zachary's POV♦
I quietly sit still throughout the entire farce of a dinner, placing a hand comfortingly on Ember's thigh. She looks strained with all the elaborate procession.
The only people that seems to be having fun about this nightmare of a Royal dinner is Selena and Dane, Arianna is too tense getting all of Cameron's attention to enjoy the meal.
I tune the entire table out, content to watch September effortlessly hold conversation with three Courts Officials who are interrogating her about her disappearance for so long.
She answers them to the best of her ability and just when I'm about to bite their heads off for pestering her Neruda beats me to it and the sip of sweet wine I had taken immediately sours in my mouth.
