Book 3: Chapter 57: To Barter with Fate
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The table of snacks and drinks in the manor's ballroom had been refreshed in the guests' absence. Most of the nobles made their way over to both while covertly examining the mysterious witch prince that had crashed the night’s festivities. Nicholas played the part of the skillful diplomat well, introducing Prince Llyr to important members of the House of Lords, many of whom attempted to broach the topic of trade legislation, which the foreign prince politely but firmly shut down.
The Duchess bid Hana and Ivy goodnight as the pair returned to their rooms to change, rest, and prepare for tomorrow’s journey back to Bastiallano. Other guests appeared to come to the same idea, though whether prompted by nervousness or tiredness remained up for debate.
After Nicholas’s third pointed glare in her direction, Carina contemplated turning in early as well but hesitated as the Prime Minister broke away from the royal couple and their guest to head in her direction.
“Your Grace,” Attwood called out respectfully, offering the ice witch a nod as he positioned himself beside her. “Could I have a word with you privately?”
The Duchess drew in a tired breath, exhaled, and then nodded as she gestured toward the open back doors. Colonel Isaac followed behind them, remaining at the threshold to keep the rest of the guests from interrupting their conversation.
“I figured there would be questions after that unexpected reveal,” Carina murmured as she strolled to the edge of the balcony and then turned to lean against one of its pillars.
“Your Grace,” Attwood murmured as he rubbed his chest with a faint look of discomfort that might have been stress-induced heartburn or indigestion. “My dear, why didn’t you tell us?”