The queen had ordered a trio of musicians to play during dinner, a novel idea never done before, as far as Kit could recall, and she supposed it might have something to do with the fact that Rona did not wish to speak to her daughter any more than the princess wanted to speak to her mother. Except, she did. There was a question burning in Kit’s mind, and she needed to ask it before she lost the nerve or common sense caught up to her.
Conversation was possible, though it needed to be of the shouting variety, which Kit didn’t appreciate. Her luck would be to have half a sentence of private information out of her mouth just in time for the musicians to fade the song or stop playing all together. For the most part, the only words that came out of her mouth during the service were please and thank you to the servants, which meant that her mother would have no need to speak at all since she never used such polite phrases to the help.
