MIRA
When we walk into the dining hall, my hand on Derrien’s, since he gallantly offered and refusing was not an option, the whole room gets quiet. And if I am not surprised with the girls’ reaction, the gerdians, who dine on the upper surface again, bring me to a state of shock. I see lord Ryden jump up from his seat, his eyes getting dark once again. Damn it. This smells like trouble.
Everybody looking at me, at the dress that I am wearing, at who brought me here… and making assumptions. And I may be a strong woman, but the realization is a bit too much for me… I try not to look at anyone in particular, but I can just feel it… The envious glares of the girls, the greedy looks of the men… I notice Tristan, but he simply turns away. Not that I was looking for any kind of support ther
