Drusilla had her eyes squeezed shut, too afraid to bear witness to her own possible demise. In that split second when the arrow took flight, she cursed everyone and everything that had landed her in such a position.
Originally, Drusilla wasn't even on the guest list― her father and stepmother were the ones that were invited to attend the ceremony at Raxuvia. However, urgent matters within the kingdom had held them back and Alistair had been sent in their stead with his position as the crown prince.
With Alistair next in line for the throne, Reaweth might as well give their crown prince a learning experience in diplomacy. With many members of nobility from various kingdoms in attendance, her father had hoped Alistair would use this chance to make useful connections for the future.
Drusilla squeezed her way into the Reaweth delegation, begging her brother for an invite to the event.
