Trying to distract myself, I nodded subtly toward a woman standing near the edge of the hall.
“Who’s that?” I asked.
She was stunning, tall, elegant, with golden yellow hair cascading down her shoulders. But there was something unmistakably angry in the way she watched us, her eyes tracing our every step.
Ethan followed my gaze and his jaw ticked. He looked away from her.
“That is Princess Anya.”
My brow furrowed. I had not heard of her. The King only had two children. So maybe she was a princess from one of the much smaller kingdoms on the other side of the river that marked the Sunglow court’s territory.
I glanced at her again. “And does she always look like she wants to set the room on fire?”
He does not stop dancing, but I can feel the pause in his breath.
“No,” he replied, ke
