Oriana's head turned to Zaroth. It was almost subconscious—she did not realize she had done it until she noticed the curiosity in her own gaze as she searched his face for any sign of readability, anything that might reveal what he was thinking.
She wondered if she truly was the only one who had not known the King of Driit.
She knew who Duchess Isabella was. She was the daughter of Grand Duke Johnson Mayhem. She was the same age as Oriana, and even though Oriana had never had a deep conversation with her, she had visited with her father before, and they had exchanged polite pleasantries. Just like Oriana, she too was one of a kind.
But she was from Gantrem.
So how did she know him?
A surge of curiosity washed over Oriana again as her thoughts drifted to the content of the letter. This could not certainly be the first time the duchess had sent the king a letter. But even then… why did it matter?
Her fingers twitched lightly at her side as she shifted her gaze away from him.
