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He took the plate from the servant, and took a bite. Then he passed the cake back, uneaten besides the one piece. It was good, but he didn’t care to finish it. The servant took it from him, and then his attention was returned fully to Heloìsa, the table of cake and the people behind it forgotten.
“Of course.” Domeric held out his arm for her to take. “I am always happy to see my lady. She’s entered in this contest too, so I’m sure she is around somewhere. And I am sure that he would be happy to see you as well.”
He didn’t really feel the desire to go and seek out his betrothed, at the current moment. But it would have been rather unbecoming for him to say so aloud.
“These celebrations are certainly exciting, aren’t they? Tournaments and baking contests. I believe there is even a masquerade ball coming up. Are you enjoying yourself, Princess?”
Heloísa took the arm that was offered to him, moving her skirt to the side to give her room to step. Any person, Lady Calida included, should be happy to see her, the princess thought, though she wouldn’t dare say such things out loud. Instead, she smiled, “I do always enjoy when she makes her way to Aros.”
In truth, Heloísa didn’t care much for the lady, who spent much more time in the stables and with her sister than with the princesses. Still, a welcoming facade was expected.
“I always enjoy when the people of the land come to the capital,” her response was diplomatic, and expected. “It is important for the people to see their monarchs, don’t you think?” Still, something he said had piqued the youngest princess’s interest. “You mentioned a masquerade. Forgive me, Lord Domeric, but I am quite certain my mother planned no such thing.”















