Chapter Eleven: Couple In Arlen Silk

Zira’s POV

At

first, it seems like I’m the only one that notices as heads are bowed in

reverence to him. But hell breaks loose the moment Ronan sits down, and the

eunuchs permit us to be seated.

One of

the girls beside me nudged me in the waist with her elbow.

“What

pack are you from? Your father must be daring to have allowed you to use the

same Arlen-silk that our king has used,” she says with scorn, deliberately

making her voice loud enough for others to talk.

“I

already felt there was something about her dress the moment she sat down,”

someone added from behind. And I wished I could understand what they were

saying more than anything.

Arlen-silk?

Seeing that

the color and patterns were the same, I was more than certain that I would be

in trouble. Yet, it appeared to be some unusual substance at this point.

Why

would Ronan put me in such a spotlight on a day like this?

The queen

dowager raised her glass and, with cutlery, tapped on it twice to get the

attention of everyone in the ha