"I don't understand what you mean by all this, Vera."
Prince Daniel Aethelmont stood up, still trying to make sense of the words Vera had been throwing at him.
His expression showed confusion, but there was also a faint panic in his eyes.
He had expected Ezra to be the problem tonight.
He had planned to challenge the boy, make him look bad in front of the guests, and convince Vera that staying close to Ezra was a mistake.
Instead, the conversation had taken a turn he had not expected.
"You keep saying something about stunts and traitors. I don't understand what you're talking about."
Daniel looked around the Grand Royal Hall as he spoke.
His gaze passed over the guests who had gathered to watch the commotion.
Some appeared confused, while others were clearly interested in the conversation.
He seemed to be asking them whether they understood what Vera meant.
Nobody gave him an answer.
The silence did little to help him.
