Lucille
Moonlight flowed through the windows like glowing blue ink, lightening my bedchamber. Although the hour was late, I wasn't tired. Since Roman's rebuke—the thought of which left my lips tingling—we'd not had a moment alone. His dreadful afternoon of meetings lasted later than usual. By the time I was ready for dinner with the king and queen, Roman had just enough time to change into a new suit and escort me to the dining room.
There were too many people about for us to speak, and it was clear that we were going for the impression that the prince was still upset about my behavior. It was a fine line to walk since around Queen Anne we also weren't to mention anything about my findings or speech in Brynad.
While King Theo, Roman, and I sat mulling over what had transpired, Queen A
