-Amber-
So many people, and not the kind I liked. I scanned the room filled with highborn, all dancing, chatting, and indulging in their revelries. It was a scene I dreaded, but as queen, even without the official bond to Ronan, I was obliged to be present. Standing amidst them felt odd. I had never identified with being highborn. Though my birthright granted me the title, it was more a product of my lineage—my mother, a lady from a prestigious family, and my infamous father, a highborn, albeit one I wanted no association with.
Beside me, Ronan conversed with a group of attendees, his efforts to ensure my enjoyment not lost on me. Yet, a pang of guilt crept in. He introduced me to these people, attempted to coax me into revelry, and cared for me, all without knowing the truth of my origi
