112 Xenia’s Contender

Jayra let out a long deep sigh as she watched the two women get drunk from a distance. She wondered to herself if she should interrupt and stop her dear friend from drinking more, knowing just how badly the princess could handle her alcohol. 

However, her more wicked side stopped her from doing so. Instead, her eyes wandered towards the king, whose eyes never left the Princess even after all this time. 'You should thank me for this, Your Majesty,' Jarya mischievously thought with a giggle. 

Xenia was always something whenever she was drunk, but at least she was more herself whenever she was like this. She couldn't wait for Xenia to wake up tomorrow just so she could tease her about how wasted she got tonight.

Instead of doing the sensible thing, she simply remained quiet on her seat, watching on as her drunkard friend was carried off in the King's arms out of the dining hall.