I was right to think that Queen Hiraya brought another dress for dinner. This one was just as exquisite as the last though, with golden detailing rather than silver. It effortlessly flowed down her body and just barely brushed over the floor as she walked. I had changed for dinner as well of course, though it still felt like an insult to our people if I were to show off our lavishness while they have to suffer through the horrors of war.
My dress was emerald green and more form fitted than I have worn since giving birth to Eleanor. My handmaidens begrudgingly laid out some simple silver jewellery for me. I was well aware that it was tradition to show off your finest jewels when receiving company, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Besides, King Dimas had made it clear that he knew abou
