Grand Duke Valerius approached the refreshment tent with the unhurried, silent grace of a serpent gliding through tall grass.
Lady Victoria Taryn stood near a towering crystal lemonade dispenser, looking like a monarch surveying a slightly disappointing kingdom. Her mint-green skirts were immaculate. Her posture was a weapon.
"Lady Victoria," Valerius purred, coming to a halt beside her. He did not bow; he merely inclined his head. "A vision of Northern elegance, as always. Though I must admit, I am surprised to find you unattended. The Crown Prince is usually... so attentive."
Victoria stiffened, her icy blue eyes snapping to him. She disliked Valerius. He was Southern, he was arrogant, and he did not treat her with the trembling reverence she felt she deserved.
"The Crown Prince is fulfilling his duties to the realm, Your Grace," Victoria said crisply. "He is currently instructing my sister in archery. It is an act of noble charity, considering Kaia's... clumsiness."
