I exchanged a quick glance with Alaric, his eyes containing a storm of protective fury. Elara stood before us, her usually composed demeanor shattered by what appeared to be genuine terror.
"We need somewhere private," I whispered, scanning the opulent ballroom for a discreet location.
Queen Seraphina, ever perceptive, drifted closer. "The alcove behind the eastern tapestry," she murmured. "No one will disturb you there. I'll stand guard."
I nodded gratefully as she continued in a louder voice, "Duchess Isabella, might I show you that lovely painting I mentioned? Just this way."
Following her lead, I gestured for Elara to accompany us. Alaric moved to join, but Seraphina touched his arm.
"Perhaps you and I should remain visible," she suggested meaningfully. "While Isabella admires the art collection."
Understanding flashed in his eyes. He'd be watching from a strategic position, ready to intervene if needed. The Queen was creating a diversion while ensuring protection.