Nehemia watched them from the floor, her brows raised, until one of her personal guards appeared at the gate. “It’s time to go, Princess,” he said in Eyllwe. “You must dress for your evening with the queen.” The princess stood, pushing past the bouncing puppies.
“Do you want to walk with me?” Nehemia said in the common tongue to Celaena.
Celaena nodded and opened the gate for them. Shutting the gate, she looked back at the Crown Prince. “Well? Aren’t you coming with us?”
He slumped down into the pen, and the puppies immediately leapt on him. “Perhaps I’ll see you later tonight.”
“If you’re lucky,” Celaena purred, and walked away. She smiled to herself as they strode through the castle.
Eventually Nehemia turned to her. “Do you like him?”
Celaena made a face. “Of course not. Why would
