Down below, the 12-year-old son of a Duke was bringing over a glass of non-alcoholic fruit wine with utmost caution when his father caught him.
"What are you doing, Silas?"
"O-oh, I'm just bringing a drink for Lady Aveline."
"And why do you have to do that? Aren't there servants around?"
Their eyes flitted to the maids and butlers moving through the ballroom, balancing silver trays.
"Yeah, but she wants it delivered personally…"
"What's the holdup, Silas?"
Aveline asked as she approached, flanked by the other children from noble houses.
Lugh had been observing from afar. They called themselves her 'friends,' but it looked more like they had willingly thrust themselves into servitude.
Sons and daughters of Counts, Barons, and Dukes—the tiebreaker being the Prince, who had arrived with his mother, the Second Royal Concubine.
