“There’s a banquet at the lord’s manor tonight,” Aurelia Delensar announced as she returned to her room. “The invitation arrived this morning, penned by the lord himself. It’s hard to decline without causing offense.”
The young princess lacked experience in such matters.
She hadn’t realized how much of a stir her golden hair would cause in a remote city like Darrowye.
She smiled faintly. “Fortunately, I ran into Edward. He smoothed things over with the lord and promised not to inform my brother of my whereabouts.”
Caelum Valtaris stood silently behind her.
Aurelia didn’t find his silence unusual—her taciturn knight rarely spoke unless necessary.
She adjusted the crown in front of the mirror before sitting at her vanity. “Nini, come and do my hair.”
Without a maid, the princess natur
