Morielle’s sword dance earned a lot of admiring gazes thrown at her. Even King Raithen couldn’t take his eyes off her while the audience put their hands together with wide smiles on their lips. They complimented her for it.
“What a delightful performance, Rhovatt Morielle!” one of the guests, a middle-aged lady, commended.
Morielle did not really know her, but obviously, the lady knew her and was Tallahir’s guest. She bowed to her audience, slightly bending her knees. Finally, she also bowed her head to Naimheed’s crown. She noticed he didn’t wear his crown tonight, unlike many years ago when she first saw him at a distance.
After all her different and difficult experiences in Yet’hoda, going to different battles to suppress rebellion and other social and internal conflicts in Naimheed,
