Dionne
Aubrey pressed her hand to her mouth, her eyes widened dramatically "Goddess Dionne, can you be more careful?" She turned to the nobles nearby with an apologetic smile. "it seems our dear servant startles at the slightest touch or sound, doesn't she?"
Several nobles chuckled politely. A man at the far end of the table shook his head with visible amusement. And I stood there, soaked in wine, while my hands shook with the effort of not crying.
Of course, the King was looking at me with those cold gunmetal eyes that made me shiver.
I hadn't been startled. I had felt the deliberate pressure of Aubrey's foot against my ankle. This was not an accident.
"I'm so sorry, my lady," I whispered. "I should have been more careful."
"Not at all, dear. These things happen." Aubrey's voice was honey-sweet. "You should go clean yourself up. Take your time. We wouldn't want you serving while looking like that."
