And every eye turned to her.
For the briefest second, River felt her feet betray her, but then she remembered Mrs. Stella’s voice, firm and steady in her mind.
Hold your ground. Smile with grace. Let them underestimate you.
So she approached with as much calm as she could gather, bowing her head respectfully toward the Queen. “Your Majesty,” she said clearly, “thank you for your kind invitation.”
Queen Lana offered her a smile that was so polished it glinted, yet River could feel the frost behind it. “Lady River, welcome. We’re delighted to have you.” The tone was pleasant, but nothing in her posture suggested warmth.
River turned next to the ladies seated at the table. “Good afternoon,” she said evenly, offering a respectful nod to each one in turn. Some gave polite smiles. Others
