Dinner was too long for the princess. Too far away from Samuel but too close with his near family. She'd have thought her aura would've kept her table well clear. It seemed however that stubborn determination and ignoring danger was breed into the Vedova Nera bloodline.
Thankfully, very few tried to talk with her seeming content enough to share the same table. Except Emily who only spoke enough to say everything would be fine.
Still, the princess found herself in search of something that would keep her in check after the meal ended
Lena inwardly grimaced at the sight of the tables filled with alcohol. Liquor was exactly what she didn't need right now. The usually tantalizing amber liquid held little interest to the princess as she made her away from the crowd. In fact, the smell of it lingering in the air only worked to further unsettle her.
