Alyssane's steps faltered as Kazmun's gaze flicked sharply to Rhys, something dangerous flashing in his dark eyes. A shiver crawled down her spine.
'Is he angry?' She wondered, 'That a commoner is being brought to their table?'
She remembered how things had been in Moonshire. But now, this was the Imperial Palace, and everyone was watching the Crown Prince.
Just then Queen Mysaria noticed them as well. Her smile was warm as she greeted her brother, but it stiffened the moment her eyes fell on Alyssane.
'I really shouldn't be here…'
She curtsied quickly, "Very good evening, Your Highness, Your Majesty." Alyssane could not look at them again and hurriedly glanced at Rhys instead.
"I think I should go."
Rhys lightly laughed, and leaned closer to whisper, "Don't worry, remarkable court officials can be invited to imperial tables."
She stiffened slightly, subconsciously stepping away.
