Ruelle sat at the long table meant for the groundlings, where cutlery clinked against the chatter and laughter of the Elites and halflings, while the humans remained quieter, each of them carrying a ball of anxiety.
"…we thought it was an animal only to realise we had disturbed a hornet's nest," Edward recalled while holding a glass. "I had to stay in bed for an entire day."
"They are painful," Ruelle said, her fork moving across her plate without taking a bite.
Her gaze briefly drifted across the room, noticing the royal guards stationed in the dining room. Her fingers slightly tightened around the fork. But what unsettled her more was the mist that surrounded Sexton, pressing faintly against the windows and it made her want to glance over her shoulder each time she noticed it.
Why did it have to be winter? She quietly sighed.
"I will go get dessert," Ruelle said, rising from her seat.
