"What are these?" The king asked as he picked up a meatball that looked like nothing he had eaten before, while the other aristocrats looked at him curiously.
"That is a meatball, my king. Something you can chew on while discussing before the main meal is served," Alicia responded as she looked at the king, waiting eagerly for him to have a taste of it and tell her if he liked it.
The king turned to look at his wife, wondering why she wasn't saying anything yet and noticed she was lost in her thoughts and still looked very pale. She was still anxious but had been able to tone it down.
The queen could care less about Princess Amber.
That note had succeeded in messing up her head, and what made it worse was the fact that she didn't know who her enemy was. She didn't get any smell from the note to give away the person and it made her even more insecure, especially with all these aristocrats gathered.
