Ibven could not help but feel somewhat harassed, as all the concubines' gazes had settled on her in an incredibly uncomfortable way. Lowering her head shyly, the young woman hurried forward in the direction of the beautiful tables where the buffet was laid out, trying to hurry through her breakfast to run away again. Feeling very hungry, she planned to take whatever food she wanted from that place, and if the discomfort was too much, return to her room to eat there and lock herself inside, until the king called her or she had another need.
She did not feel comfortable at all, not only because of the intense stares and whispers of the other women around her. Ibven was not used to dressing that way, in dresses so loose from the heat of that realm, of beautiful, gaudy fabrics, with fancy sho
