LIORA'S POV
All eyes in the banquet hall seems to be glued to our table, even though the Emperor hasn’t even shown his perfect face yet. I use the time to nibble my food, trying to fill up before Mr. Intimidating arrives. Heather and Violette looks like they are in a silent competition of who has more grace and beauty. Heather's back is so straight she can balance a sword on her shoulders. Across the table, Violette adjusts her purple dress, to make sure everyone, especially the Emperor, will get a good view of her, well, “assets.”
It is maddening, sitting here watching them both go after something the goddess already has rightfully given me. And they don’t seem to feel the tiniest bit embarrassed about it.
Heather’s face suddenly lite up,“There he comes,” she yelps, barely containing
