Later that evening, I changed into a less revealing gown in an attempt to remain off of Ellise’s radar and allowed Dorian to the dining hall. He had acted strangely after dinner, seeming to have a mental debate with himself over something I didn’t understand. I left him alone to study his tomes, bringing my painting tools into his bedroom to continue my work on his portrait. This one was better than the one I had drawn before, my skills less rusty.
Ellise stood at the seat beside Dorian’s, her spot, and I forced myself to quell the rage within me at the sight. She curtseyed, a slight blush staining her cheeks when the prince held out her chair for her. It was customary to stand against the wall and allow my masters to enjoy their meal, so that’s precisely what I did. My feet felt like l
