Leah
The banquet hall was full, every seat claimed, every corner occupied by someone who had come to see their king had returned and his mate was still alive. I still noticed a few nervous glances cast my way from the far tables, quick flickers of eyes that darted toward me and then away again when they realized I'd caught them looking. I couldn't blame them for the unease that sat behind their polite expressions and careful smiles. They had seen my body carried to the great hall with blood still pooling on the stones where I fell. Had attended a vigil beside a glass coffin that held a woman who was never supposed to breathe again. And now, that same woman was sitting at the head table with color in her cheeks, eating roasted venison as if death were something that happened to other peopl
