Her light grip around my fingers tightened, drawing my attention to my mate. We were about to step into the hall filled with my guests waiting to dine with their king. This was one event that those who had the priviledge of being invited to, gladly attended. Some using the opportunity to tighten the already existing ties of the noble families to the throne. Others using the moment to get back into the good graces of their king after misunderstandings or plain disobedience had severed those ties. The invitation being the biggest opportunity to mend those bridges.
Still others, those that were bold enough, were here seeking to win the heart of the king or hoped to catch his eye if his heart proved to be out of reach. Young maidens for whom there was simply nothing shameful about winning th
