Drinks were served; wine first then water.
"At your service my lady."
Atheline gave the smallest nod and turned back to her. The waiter bowed and withdrew.
He could feel the burning stares from the other nobles, each of them trying to place them, but Lilith wasn't really the type to show her face everywhere; hence, she wouldn't be easily recognisable by anyone. Only those who resided inside the court and high-ranking nobles recognised her.
He leaned back slightly on his chair, his voice low enough that it didn't carry.
"You were right."
Her gaze didn't shift from the room.
"About?"
"No one knows who we are," he quietly said," most of them don't seem like it."
A subtle movement of her fingers against the table.
"They don't need to like it," she carelessly said her voice calm
Atheline glanced around again, and his eyes fell on someone, an older man at the far end of the tables.
His gaze had lingered far more than the others.
'He probably caught on, or is another assassin'
