Sylvie’s POV:
“Maureen,” I began, softening my voice to convey a gentle refusal without causing offense. “If it were purely monetary compensation, I could certainly have explored avenues to help you. But securing a ‘date’ with the Crown Prince, is truly not something that I can… do for you. It’s far beyond my influence, I’m afraid.” I finished with a sigh.
Especially considering how badly Ashborne had reacted earlier in the arena. He hadn’t even tried to look over at Maureen. If I tried to set them up, if I even hinted at such a thing again, I had a chilling feeling he would truly become angry or worse, suspicious. The last thing I needed right now was that.
I subtly scanned the grand hall, my eyes darting through the throngs of nobles. Where was he, anyway?
The King was busy, his lau
