Princess Lucinda marched along the corridor, her delightful memories of Juval and his sauciness came to a crushing halt in her mind when she was told that he had not one but three other women in his party.
He hadn't even the decency to seek her out first, instead he waltzed in like he owned their castle, demanded rooms for himself and his guests. Then spent the entire time sequestered with one of the women.
When she heard the news she became exceedingly angry even if she couldn't get the news from the man himself, she would seek it out from another in his party. She was so deep in thought she walked right up into the back of one of the women.
What was she doing out here in the corridor all by herself when she should be with other servants based on her dressing.
"You there," she called out.
