River had barely wiped away the trace of emotion from her conversation with Carmina when she made her way towards the door, her heart feeling heavy yet strangely steadier at the same time, her mind still caught between anger at Isabelle’s petty games and gratitude for Carmina’s loyalty.
She was just about to go in search of her family when the butler approached her quietly, his posture respectful as he bowed his head slightly before speaking in his composed, careful tone.
“My lady,” he said, drawing her attention, “your family have been escorted to the smaller private dining room, as per His Highness’s instructions. Tonight’s gathering will be held there in a more intimate setting, with only Prince Heiko and your esteemed guests.”
River let out a soft, audible breath of relief, almost
