Her mind was already getting used to being at his side.
If she wasn't by his side, serving him, what was she supposed to do with herself?
Grunting, she walked across the green lawn. The lake that surrounded it was transparent, as clear as a crystal.
It reminded her of the brief time she had spent in the lake at Pembroke.
Servants wheedled past her with trays of drinks, sauces, pies and whatnot.
They all had a purpose, a destination - something she obviously lacked.
A serving wench? Is that what she had been reduced to in everyone's eyes?
Yes, Yeren defended her, but it didn't make their words any less true.
What would her father think of her now? She wondered.
At least Aurora was happy.
Speaking of Aurora, where was she?
Her eyes scanned the beautifully adorned canopies for a table that possibly hosted two children with wide smiles and large appetites.
The games would soon begin, so would all the entertainment.
She wanted to be sitting down when it began.
