Dion was the first to turn and guide them. As if he had not heard the warning in their voice. He let go of her hand in the process. She felt at a loss when the warmth left her skin. But she reminded him that it was needed. He did not do it because he wanted to.
Still, she would punish him on the bed late for this cruel act.
She could feel their eyes on her every step. A pulse was beating visibly in her throat. Would they kill her if they knew she was acting as their niece? Or would they call the knights from the royal palace. She had received a letter of congratulation from the king but that was it.
She had thought they would be called to the royal palace since she had heard they were celebrating the annual festivities of the founding day.
If they have been called, she could have avoided this meeting a bit longer. Though she knew, meeting them was inevitable.