Elowen gently put the knife on the table and dusted the invisible lint on her dress. Despite the commotion, there was not a single crease on her face that showed her anxiety. The crowd started to scatter, uninteresting in how the princess of another land adjusted her dress and sat on the table.. Alone.
Many fancied her and wanted to join, but she was marked by the second prince. Whoever would approach her, would get the wrath of the royal family. And as alluring or rich, or powerful she was, she was not worth their lives. Hell, what would money and title do if they would not leave the night breathing.
The burning stakes were living or should they say dying proof of it! So, even if she looked appetizing, none of them had looked at her twice and for once, Elowen was glad for it.
