My question was answered as soon as I glanced up. Sitting to Her Majesty’s left was the young Sahirian princess, Princess Viorica Sundar. She looked as she had the day she arrived, stoic and headstrong. Her head was held high as she sat beside the queen, dressed in an ill-fitting dress that had probably been borrowed from a court lady. The sleeves were much too short, and her shoulders seemed to be busting out of the dress. Despite this, there was a beauty about her. No matter how out of place the princess looked, no one would dare to say she was unsightly.
I took my seat across from Princess Viorica, nodding my thanks to a nearby maid as she poured my tea. There wasn't much I knew about the princess. In my previous life, following the death of Prince Rylan, His Majesty sent my brother
