20: Being Her Highness
The dinner continued in the grand hall of the castle, an opulent space illuminated by flickering candlelight. The king and queen were engaged in light banter, their laughter ringing through the air like the sweetest of melodies. Silverstein sat silently at the table, a shadow among the vibrancy of the evening. No questions were directed toward Alexandra, who found herself feeling like an uninvited guest in a celebration meant for others.
"Your siblings are arriving tomorrow. Be here to welcome them," the queen announced, her voice warm yet commanding.
Silverstein's jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. "Mm." He nodded curtly, his attention returning to his plate, where the food lay untouched. The clatter of utensils and the gentle murmur of conversation faded into a distant hum as his thoughts swirled, dark and tumultuous.