Meeting the Third Prince of Baratheon

Valerie

Just an hour and this will all be over. 

Then I will call Moria for an earful. I would be damned if I just let this go without pouring out all my pent-up aggression. 

"Your outfit is not fit for dinner anymore. It looks rough. Would you like to freshen up and change?" The other man who had come with the escort asked, but I shook my head.

"No, Sandra will arrange it, and it will be fine again." I quickly answered because I didn't want to wait for more time than necessary in this palace. "Please take us to where the dinner is taking place," I begged, and he nodded.

Sandra got the gist and also started arranging my gown again. 

When we finally got to the hall where the dinner was taking place, it didn't fit my expectations at all. It was completely different from what I had assumed it to be. 

Was it because it was dinner?