Vedette's mouth fell open. She mirrored Lethe's word's with a "What?" Of her own. But it was much louder, and even more surprised.
She was going to get thrown out of this kingdom. All of her work, everything she owed this country and it's royal family, and it'd come to this. The look on Lethe's face would surely kill her if she was some kind of mage, but poor Lethe was little more than a Princess with a chip on her shoulder.
Suddenly the world was pulled out from under her and she was over his shoulders. Her eyes wide.
"What are you doing?" She demanded, but softly. Lethe was going to murder her.