AYLETH
Ayleth, sober, bored and frantic, sat at the Royal table on the stage, overlooking the banquet hall, and the feast-before-the-feast. In anticipation of the signing of the Accord the following afternoon, the nobles and royals had gathered to discuss the last of their plans… and to drink.
Trayn was the only one of her Ladies who wasn't already in her cups. Because there was no dancing this evening, the Ladies had grown bored. Seated next to Ayleth at the end of the table, they shrieked and giggled, sending messages with their fans—or through servants—to the males watching from below.
Ayleth's jaw was sore from clenching her teeth for so long.
Far away, on the other end of the hall, at the table almost against the wall, and only two rows in from the large double doors that lead into the main corridor, her husband sat with his parents.
