"What am I even doing?"
Louise kept the question inside her head and maintained her smile.
Getting King Antonias's attention had not been difficult. It had been almost insulting how little effort it took.
He had been drinking since the celebration began. The wine had softened his movements, reddened his cheeks, and made every thought passing through his head appear on his face before he could decide whether to say it aloud. His desire for attention had become worse with every glass.
Louise had only needed to praise him.
A kind word about his taste in wine. A few compliments. A suggestion that the court rarely appreciated how much a King had to endure.
Antonias had accepted every word eagerly.
