Previously
"Oh, he's here. Draven, meet the princesses new guard, Ari."
How long can you stare before it becomes impolite? I wouldn't know.
Looking into Ari's familiar dark eyes, I've lost all sense of time. Fear. Why is here?
The memory of seeing him watch me get taken away from outside of the carriage window comes
to mind and I avert eye contact uncomfortably.
"It's a pleasure to guard you princess," he says in a monotone voice. "I assure you Prince Draven,
that no harm will come to her on my watch."
I try to take a discreetly deep breath, but I'm not sure if it goes unnoticed.
Is he going to pretend he doesn't know me?
Caught in a Surge of panic with all eyes in the room on me, I do the only thing I can: play along.
"It's nice to meet you."
It doesn't come out as smoot
