Salome descended the grand staircase, holding Warg’s arm as her dark starry dress shimmered with every step she took. Since it was best not to disclose who she was earlier than necessary, her face was concealed with a sheer veil embroidered with silver stars.
Warg walked with a sense of pride, aware of the admiring glances cast their way. However tonight would end, he had no plans of returning this woman back to her southern prison. He’d rather die.
The Princess was swept away to dance by one of her men at once and the pair exchanged glances unsure whether it was a good thing or bad.
“We’d better find Forrest and his people,” the witch whispered and he nodded, knowing she hated to dance anyway. At least, not at a party like this one. He saw her dance once, years ago, and that image stil
