Re: Table 2
Belvina tilted her head, regarding Rabastan with eyes devoid of any emotion even she clenched her hand into a fist beneath the table, trying to ignore the magic that made the end of her fingers tingle. She would not hex somebody at a wedding.
Well, not unless he dared to touched her. Then she might lose her cool.
"I suggest that as amusing as you find me, you don't," Her tone was firm. "I've never been anything other than loyal or obedient."
Belvina took a leisurely sip of her own wine. "You must be excited about being a father?" she asked, ignoring the latter part.