"Su'Adrit!"
"Your Sovereign Highness!"
"Sister!" Halen ran to Verinia's side and carefully wiped her lips clean with a handkerchief. "Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Verinia smiled gently at him, but in fact, she was not fine at all. Her internal organs felt like they had been misplaced and it hurt.
But she could only endure it.
Even in the night's dark and the fire's light, Daevi's face could be seen becoming ashen.
A greater commotion began to stir within the participants of the feast until a guard approached Su'na Baddenkur, presumably to relay the same news to him.
The round man jumped to his feet and pointed an accusing finger toward the Riladen table. He was so angry that his entire body trembled and the fat on it moved like the gentle waves of the ocean.
"You will pay for this, Virean!" He bellowed from the depths of his stomach. The strength of his voice took everyone in the clearing by surprise.