“That’s a lovely gown you’re wearing, Paedyn.” Blair’s tone is mocking, her mouth curving into a smirk. I sigh, looking up from my plate to see Paedyn smiling slightly. “Why, thank you.” Her eyes skim over Blair and her green attire. “And your dress is so very… unique,” she says with a pointed look at the rest of the ballroom and the women wearing similar shades. Blair’s eyes narrow. “I don’t know if you were taught this in the slums, so let me enlighten you. Ilya’s kingdom color is green. Not silver.”
do she wanna fight or what
