In Solaria, noone would dare to talk around and about Dahlia or any of the other princesses like Lord Anderwell does, but here, she reminds herself of a thousand reasons why she should swallow her tongue and picks up her wine, taking a long sip. The last thing she needs to do is to draw attention to herself.
"I am inclined to be selfish when it comes to her." Zion says, his voice dripping with meaning.
"With good reason." He replies Zion but his eyes are on her. "Pardon me, but I do not know how this is possible. And there are whispers..." He says, brows scrunching as he stares into her face, forgetting to introduce his company.
She drops her wine delicately and rests back, hands easy and ready for any surprises and beside her, Zion's face empties of any trace of friendliness as he star
