The Prince would turn to the woman, nodding his head. “If that is what you wish, I think it makes sense that you keep your word.”
On the surface level it seemed that Blake was agreeing to cater for the promised dance, but why did Alice felt there was more to it than the surface? Because there was probably something, silly.
“Thanks Blake, uh—” she looked around, at the Queen and her company. “If I may be excused to do so?” bowing her head slightly. She was sure that Daniel was probably throwing daggers in her direction—she didn’t remember anything regarding courtesy when leaving
The Queen’s lips twitched into a smile, “Go ahead, dear.” She nodded her head and motioned for Alice to stand up.
Alice stood up and curtsied—it felt right to do so. She started to go out the table
