Everywhere I look, there are courtiers and priests who don"t seem nearly as uncomfortable as I am about being at a banquet of this magnitude. Most of them are probably from Cairo, or from one of the other major Egyptian cities and are used to this in a way I"m never going to be.
I reach out for my wine glass, trying not to notice the extra rings on my hand or what it means that I"m wearing them.
Movement from the top table catches my attention and I look up to find Iset looking in my direction. She lifts her glass towards me, and I echo the gesture back at her.
Unfortunately, it seems she"s not the only royal to notice, and her brother scowls at me from across the room.
"I hope Iset knows what she"s doing," I murmur.
"What do you mean?" Nik asks, feeding Matia some chicken under the t
