The Kings’s Dance was unavoidable. Even if she felt broken. Her Mother had insisted that unless she was missing a limb, she needed to go. Usually, it was the one event at Court each season that she enjoyed. A chance to catch up with friends who were posted in other places in the Kingdom. She should have been looking forward to it. After all, George wasn’t a Knight and he wasn’t in the military as a common man. Still, Liliiana knew with the same certainty that the sun would rise next morning, that he would attend.
Perhaps her Mother had suspected that something was wrong. Liliana could admit that she’d been quiet after returning from the docks. Quiet, and malleable. Therefore the Baroness had armed her oldest daughter in the best way that she knew, in a beautiful dress and perfect styling.
