I raise my chin, carefully keeping my shoulders wide and my face passive. Strong. I will make an impression here, or I will die for my loose tongue. It's that simple.
Except it isn't that simple.
Because I can't die.
Because unlike the girls next to me, I'm not here to impress the king and win a royal's hand in marriage or a court position for my father.
I'm here for Prince Lucien's heart.
Literally.