“I’ve lost my appetite; Dryden, please take me back to my room.” Dru looked across the table to her fiancé, but he shook his head.
“Don’t be so foolish. We punish our servants. This is no different. Do sit down, Drusilla, you’re causing a scene. You, too, Brown.”
“I’ve lost my appetite, too, sir. I’d like to be excused.” George’s face remained impassive, but his tone had changed, and even Aurora noticed it.
“If you’ll excuse those of us who wish to leave, Nisut-bity Tullia Maat-hor, Princeps Maximus Sa-Ra, I would be very grateful.” Aurora decided she should take charge before the situation deteriorated any further.
“I’ll be along in due course.” Voltaire waved and Aurora nodded, she didn’t even give Dryden a look.
“Of course.” Tullia waved a hand, her lips curving into a smile. “You are guests and are yet to learn our laws and our ways. But you will.” Tullia stared straight into Aurora’s eyes.