"It almost resembles royal silver." She added.
There it was. Subtle enough to avoid criticism and sharp enough to draw blood but before I could respond, another voice interrupted.
"It is royal silver." A voice said and the temperature around us seemed to drop instantly.
Draven approached from the opposite corridor and every noble immediately straightened so Vivienne's smile faltered but only slightly.
"It resembles the color worn by the royal family because she is the royal family." Draven demanded as silence followed.
I almost smiled. Almost as Vivienne recovered quickly.
"Of course, Your Majesty." Vivienne said.
Draven's golden eyes narrowed and for several seconds he simply studied her. Then he spoke.
"You are testing my patience, Lady Veyra." Draven said.
The corridor became
