Seraphina instantly felt her heart begin to race as she roamed her forest green eyes over the strange faces in front of her, trying her hardest to get a read of their expressions but drawing up blanks eventually.
Drystan felt his own nerves attacking him as he stood in front of his court, his family, as if he had committed a heinous crime.
“You must be Princess Seraphina!” A voice spoke from the left side of the room as Seraphina moved her gaze in the direction, only to come face to face with a man decked in so much gold that it could have been enough to enrich an entire village. He was taller than her by a lot, he wore a gold circlet on his bald head and there were swirls of golden ink that covered the right side of his face. His skin, in tasteful contrast with his clothing, was the c
