“That’s her. That's the youngest Rhys.” They whispered from behind their hands or feathered fans as I passed, their words hushed but still loud enough that I could hear.
“They say she charmed the grumpy Prince Damien. The heir to the throne.” More of them added, feeding into the gossip. “A feat no one has ever done before.”
The gossips leaned in closer together, their eyes bright with hunger for more. “I heard the Crown Prince saw her from afar, smelled her on his father’s clothes, and apparently it was love at first sight.”
A group of them had now gathered, staring at me like they didn’t think I could hear them. That or they didn’t care if I did. “Yes, she is always invited to the fortress. Mind you, no one is invited there. At least no one for the Prince. He has never entertained gu
