Prince Jabiaz Lincoln of the northern kingdom of Ugorah had almost skipped the Grind Trine Festival, as he did most years. It wasn't the event itself that drew him, nor the chance to mingle with Aurethia's nobles.
But then he heard about the black-haired outsider.... the one who had caused the quarrel between His Royalty Kaive and Ziven. The stories intrigued him, and curiosity won over his usual indifference. He accepted the invitation, determined to see her for himself.
When he finally laid eyes on Olessia, he understood immediately why the rumors had spread. She was different from the other ladies... poised, elegant, yet understated. Something about her drew his attention, demanding more than just a passing glance. The way she held herself set her apart.
