Lady Mabel stormed out, pushing her rider out of the way as he attempted to open the carriage door. Her friends remained inside, they were only by her side because of her title in court. Being the daughter of the King's advisor had its perks but it also came with its disadvantages. Like lesser Noblemen practically ignoring you and the sons of Wohar wanting to be just friends. Mabel threw the purse in her hand across the tiny space available in the little confine of wood and linen. The pouch burst open and a whitish substance poured forth. Tonight was supposed to be her night. She had made a perfect plan to take her ranks up higher in court by bedding one of the sons of Wohar. It was the only way any one of them would even look her way. Prince Esteban was the first son, closer in line to th
