Kira’s POV
Adrian’s hand tightened around mine under the table, like he needed the reminder that I was really there.
I turned and shot him a look…the are-you-serious-right-now kind, sharp and questioning, with just a hint of warning.
He didn’t even flinch. Just lifted an eyebrow, calm and unapologetic, like, ‘what did you expect was going to happen?’
I shook off the weird feeling I got from Princess Loretta’s voice earlier and tried to focus on something else.
Conversation started up again…slower, more careful. People kept glancing my way, but at least they weren’t openly gaping at me anymore.
Lady Margaret tried once more to put me down, voice syrupy. “Perhaps the future queen might consider appropriate attire for future events. For the dignity of the crown.”
What is her problem?
