It was a long evening but it helped Abrielle forget the task hanging on her head for the main time until she was in the palace again that night.
Rebecca and Pierre did not attend the banquet but instead had dinner with Ava and Mikhail. Rebecca was excited about Ava's pregnancy and that was the reason for the dinner.
Regardless, Abrielle preferred it; she was getting suffocated. Her mind was just thinking about what might be worse than death.
The banquet was the same: a bunch of nobles enjoying the night. The only difference was that Abrielle seemed to be enjoying her wine a bit too much. She was currently on the fourth glass for the night, and she wasn't planning on stopping soon.
The princess was obviously being disturbed by something. She stood in a quiet corner while her eyes observed. Cedric was not here, not that she should care.