‘Prince Ronin?’ George looked around at Lilia and she stared back at him wide eyed. What was it, he wondered, that so disarmed him? He was still partially convinced that she was just a fine actress and insincere in her fluttering responses and indulgent passion.
‘The Duchess, Sastra,’ Lilia explained and he watched as she tucked those stray strands of delicate red hair behind her ear again. Her hair was loose again, falling over her shoulders as it had the night before. ‘She told me that Grace was involved with Prince Ronin.’ There was a pause, ‘I intend to speak to him about it.’
‘We’ve not heard anything at Court about it?’ Vana set down her wine glass. ‘George, were you aware of anything going on? You’re often around the Court aren't you?’
He tried to give a non-committal nod. The
