Clothes doesn't makes a princess

 Abrielle knew what was in their minds, a slave priestess given such an honourable title previously held by just her. Alfonso glanced at Abrielle, trying to sense a shift in her mood, but the princess was still composed, taking a sip of her wine.

 

 From the corner of the room, Abrielle watched, her lips curving into an amused smirk. She had known something dramatic was bound to happen tonight; this was not the exact plot, but she had a feeling a bigger drama was kept installed.

Callista approached the queen and knelt in gratitude, Eleanor lifted her wine glass once more. 

"To Lady Callista and to the goddess who continues to bless this kingdom."

The guests raised their own glasses in response, but not all did so willingly. A good fraction didn't like the idea of a former slave having a title that was above theirs. Abrielle wondered if it was an empty title or one that came with land.