Her dusky pink chiffon dress shifted daintily around her ankles as she slowly walked towards the dining hall. The King had sent a message that supper was to be served promptly at 8pm, so Arabella had lazily dressed with the help of Delores. She had not wanted to be too early, that she would have to awkwardly chat with the King if it was just the two of them. As she walked, her mind drew back to the conversation she’d had with the older Prince earlier in the afternoon. He had left her rather suddenly after asking to meet with her later, making an excuse how he had left Alaric in the stables and would have to get back to him.
The man confused Arabella. She didn’t know how she felt about him, truly, and what his play was. Why did he suddenly come back to the Palace now, when he had been in
