Characters: Azkadelia, mention of DG/Cain
Author's Notes: originally written for the tinman100 community on LJ (prompt: cool)
She knew she should be grateful for the cool looks she received from the aristocrats and landed gentry attending the ball. An annual ago, she'd received glares like daggers from the very same people. Most had called for her execution. So really, a chilly reception was progress, was it not? The elder princess stood alone, away from the revelers. Azkadelia shivered and adjusted her shawl, calculating how soon she could escape without causing tongues to wag.
She looked across the ballroom. When she saw the heated look her sister shared with Wyatt Cain, she could not help but feel envy.