17
Acknowledging Amelia
Alex walked into the dining tent with little fanfare. It was one highlight of being on the road rather than in the palace. The dinners were reduced to the family and a few of his father’s closest advisors and friends. As a result, it was a lot more relaxed than normal. It was almost as good as dining in his own rooms, on the rare occasions he’d been permitted to since being acknowledged as a Prince of the Realm at his coming of age. It made Alex sad, since one of his biggest desires as a small child was to be present in court at the Royal Table with his mother, father, brothers and sister. Now he cherished the moments he dined alone.
The smell of the food being prepared had been floating over the camp for several hours, attesting to the success of the hunting tri
