Hand in hand, she and Aurora descended the steps towards the dining hall.
Aurora had insisted on having her hair brushed again - she wanted it to shine.
At the end of the steps, Uncle Jarren and Arlan awaited them.
Claire reached forward to accept Arlan's outstretched arm. But, his father took hold of her arm.
"Please do me the high honour of allowing me to escort you to the table."
She glanced at Arlan. He looked away.
Aurora missed the tension, snatching Arlan's arm playfully and walking with him to the table.
He didn't still acknowledge Aurora - which was strange.
And Aurora was too focused on Arlan and his wit to care.
Uncle Jarren pulled out a chair for her next to his. She sat down, murmuring her thanks.
With a clap, the banquet began. Several dishes of food were served for the first course.
Claire hadn't seen so much food in a long time. Even the Hanswicks hadn't been so extravagant despite the presence of the King.
