Celia kept her lips pressed together as the two of them walked to the banquet hall. She could tell Tobin was in foul spirits.
He was still brooding about her dumbfounded face earlier that afternoon, when he'd said he intended to ride a horse to a shrine several days away.
I suppose he'll make me pay tonight for the insult, she thought. Seriously, why can't I just keep my mouth shut sometimes? I don't have to say every little thought I have, out loud.
Celia didn't pay any attention to the throng of nobles and servants already in the banquet hall. She ignored the syrupy smiles and all the greetings called out. None of them meant anything.
She did however, look at King Aaron with new eyes as she bowed before him.
The king was slouched in his ornate chair at the high table, wearing his usual expression. The one that said he was bored of everything and everyone.
Had he ever felt true joy?
