The Royal Dance

The voice that spoke was familiar.

It belonged to that woman.

Aislinn.

Rache glanced at her from the corner of her eyes.

She hadn't expected to see that woman again so soon, but...

She supposed it made enough sense. If she was important enough to believe she should be in line for the throne, she'd definitely attend a hob-nobbing kind of dinner like this. Even if she was among the nobles terrified of the prince.

She had her head tilted to the side, a slight smile playing at the edges of her lips. Her gaze was locked onto Rache, as if she were waiting for some sort of response or reaction from her.

...Rache wasn't sure why. Wasn't certain why this woman was trying to goad her.

She wasn't going to give in to such a thing. It wouldn't do her any good if she did.

Aislinn's smile grew wider at Rache's lack of response. "Aurania is such a droll kingdom, I can't imagine there is any interesting entertainment they can offer."