I sip my wine as I subtly search for Calais. He is sitting like a statue in the corner of the hall. Both his hands are resting on his knees and his eyes are focused on the floor at the center of the dance floor. There is rigidness in the way he sits that I start to fight against my need to approach him.
As if sensing my eyes on him, he looks up at me. When I continue staring at him, a look of relief passes over his features. He stands up from his seat and leaves the banquet hall. That's the signal. He mentioned the guards will be more lax in the middle of the party.
I take another look around the hall. Eliana is surrounded by people, but I notice the way she glances at Cornelius. The crown prince, on the other hand, is talking with his brother while touching my hands from time to time.
"My prince. You should dance with the other participants too," I suggest.
