Chapter 32
Dinner that evening was awkwardly formal. As usual, Neeve and I arrived punctually. A few moments later, a servant ushered Prince Kian and Jarl Eiric into the dining room.
The prince strode forward and made us a bow.
“Good evening, ladies,” he said.
Neeve inclined her head, but gave him no reply. I wanted to shake her. She could at least pretend to be polite. To break the uncomfortable silence, I smiled at the prince.
“How are your rooms?” I asked. “Are you settling in?”
Prince Kian shot Neeve a baffled glance, then turned to me. “They’re very comfortable, thank you. And what a view of the forest! I hope the king might take me hunting soon. I imagine there’s all sorts of game in the woods.”
“No,” Neeve said.
The prince blinked at her. “There’s not?”
“We don’t hunt for p
