Hope was sitting in her place, stewing silently, glaring at Finn when he dared to look her way. He smirked at her, his hand brushing against hers. She recoiled violently, snatching her arm back. She reached for a glass of juice, intending to take a drink when she felt nauseous from the smell. She set it down and made a face, pushing the glass away.
"Is something wrong?" Finn asked softly.
Hope glared at him without answering.
A servant brought out a tray and served Hope a helping of potatoes, piling them high on her plate. He turned to leave when the King cleared his throat obviously, glaring at the man.
The servant looked at him with a wary expression.
"I would like some as well," Finn said, gesturing toward his plate. The servant looked down at his serving tray and swallowed heavily
