The meal was served in the formal dining room on the other side of the building. It took almost fifteen minutes for them to traverse that far, accompanied by several members of the Princess’s Guard. When she arrived, trumpeters announced her presence, and Kit walked in, fighting eyes that wanted to narrow at the presence of the queen.
Rona’s dark gaze traced her carefully as Kit bowed for the necessary amount of time in this situation and then proceeded to her seat and waited for one of the butlers to pull it out for her. She wasn’t late, but nearly everyone else was already present when she came in, not that she’d done more than scan the room.
“How was your day, daughter?” Rona asked, her voice infused with a little more cheerfulness than normal. Kit imagined that was because she wanted to see how her daughter would react to her newest atrocity.
