I eyed the gallery at the top.
"Is that the princess?" I asked, keeping my eyes on a young woman, but I couldn't see her face because her hand fan covered most of it.
I could tell she was because of the number of companies she had behind her. And her appearance outshone everyone I have seen tonight; there was this air of magnificence that clung to her, similar to the Dowager's.
"Oh, yes, the lovely Royal Princess Diana Balthar."
Just a glimpse, and I could see the thick makeup she had on, making her eyes sharper with a quiet command. I was curious to see the rest of her, silently wishing she would drop her fan, but she rose to her feet and walked away, her company following behind her.
I wish I could go to her. It's been a while since I last saw her, although Dia had mentioned that even though the Princess was now out of society, she was still under wraps. Maybe the life of confinement has made her alien to such events.
