A shadow flickered across Alaric's face, but it was gone so quickly she almost thought she imagined it. "Yes. The arrangement is…advantageous." He set his cup down with deliberate care. "But enough of politics. We are here to enjoy ourselves."
Lara's lips curled up, and her eyes turned into crescents.
Peredur, observing from the side, noticed the radiant smile that danced across her lips, illuminating her face. "What are you smiling about?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
Prince Alaric looked at Lara, his eyes brightened, and a smile ghosted his lips before he turned his eyes toward the door.
As if on cue, the attendant returned, carrying a lacquered tray of delicacies—venison simmered in wine and garnished with ginger and pepper, roast turkey glazed with honey and rosemary, grilled fish, freshly baked bread, mashed potato, and a few meat and vegetable dishes.
