Lysara.
My heart seemed to stop for a fraction of a second. I was almost certain it was her, even with a mask covering half her face. I'd recognize her posture anywhere. The way she stood. There was no way I could mistake her.
What was she doing here? Had she been invited? That seemed impossible. Or had Vaeldric brought her? How bold of him.
I frowned, trying to get another look. But someone walked between us. By the time my eyes returned to the same spot, she was already gone.
"Competitors."
"Eyes on your targets."
The royal marshal's voice snapped me back to reality. I let out a slow breath. Focus, Sera. Don't embarrass yourself.
Whatever Lysara was doing here, it wasn't my concern today. Today, I came here to win. Or at the very least, not to embarrass House Vermont. I'd never h
