Jessamine
I stab at my food, the fork piercing the tender meat and hitting the plate. I am seated at a long polished table, the light from the chandeliers glittering on their glossy tabletop.
The King is at the head and I am next to Darrock at the other end.
The meat falls off my fork and I stab at it again, frustrated, and the plate breaks in five different places. Everyone is staring at me, and I stare right back, widening my eyes for effect. "What? You want mine too?"
Nymeria scoffs, a perfect picture of grace as she slices into her food neatly, bringing her fork to her lips. "Peasant," she murmurs, before parting her lips to take in the food.
My fingers tighten around the metal, bending it and my wrist snaps as I throw the fork, aiming for Nymeria's head.
Queen Tara's eyes widen
