CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  ESMERAY

  My hands were curled into fists as I made my way to the dining table with Smythe leading the way,and it had nothing to do with how uncomfortable I felt with what I was wearing,or the many eyes that were fixed on me.Everyone looked on as we passed,whispering amongst themselves and some even pointing at me without making any efforts to hide it.Many looked on with admiration and envy and some with scorn.Others,it was hard to place their expressions.But my thoughts were in no way connected to my present surroundings.My thoughts were with Prince Draven.