The townspeople ignored them—something their elven counterparts would never do. When their royalty visited, they came from their houses and lined the streets to pay their respects.
“The inn is to your right. Let Argonan go first and see if it is safe,” Sylbia suggested, and Alyssa agreed, bringing her horse to a standstill. The hostile glares of her subjects made her uneasy, but she did not allow it to show.
“What the hell are you looking at?” Sylbia asked the nearest villager, and they seemed startled by her attitude. “Excuse my language, Princess.”
Everything in the village came to a standstill as they all stared at a hostile Sylbia. They’ve known this illegitimate granddaughter of the Duke of Argos since she was knee high. Her attitude about this royal marriage was no secret, and t
