"And how.. did you learn how to blackmail someone?" Queen Eleanor looked down at Princess Evanna like she was nothing but a speck of mud on her luxurious shoes. "With your lowly blood, I daresay you learnt such wicked things from your mother." Queen Eleanor smirked and looked across the hall.
Conrad followed her blazing gaze to a stunning figure standing to the side elegantly in a dark blue dress, her raven hair pulled back with tendrils of curls falling over her sharp features and startling hazel eyes. He knew immediately that she was Princess Evanna's mother, he could see the likeness in their features, and he couldn't help but look back at the young princess and wonder if she would grow into someone so radiant.
