The banquet finally ended; it felt like a victory because I had survived a battlefield wearing silk instead of armor.
The music gradually faded behind us as nobles drifted into different wings of the palace, their conversations echoing. Still, everywhere I walked, I could feel eyes following me. Some of the nobles had made small talk with the prince while pointedly ignoring the girl standing too close to the future king.
Their snobbery was obvious, but I didn’t care so much and occupied myself with the delicious pastries that were passed around. I even saw Mary and the rest from the kitchen working as servers.
Who would have guessed? I was once in their position a little over a month ago, but now I am here as a side piece? I don’t feel special or honored.
Mary had disappeared with the
