When she closed the door behind us I breathed a few times. "How dare you!" I growled. "How dare I?" she laughed and walked towards me. I could feel my fangs bite into the inside of my lip. "Go and tell your Madame that I claimed this party. If you don't want to, point her out to me and I will tell her myself." She was dangerously close to me now. One flick of the wrist and I could spill her blood, but I wasn't a killer. "Clarisse, May I call you that?" I asked the woman. She nodded and crossed her arms. "Lovely name by the way." I smiled. "thank you, now continue what you were going to say girl." She now looked at me as if I were mud under her shoes. "Clarisse, My name is Evalin Whitehorn Galathynuis, Princess of Terrasen, and I assure you, I am not a prostitute." I smiled and revealed my fangs. The older woman sees widened and she curtsied low. "I am incredibly sorry your highness! Please forgive me, you are so beautiful I assumed…" "Never assume." I interrupted. "And if you treat another woman like that again, I will have you thrown into the dungeons." I added and left the room.

Soran found me in less than thirty seconds, "where have you been? I was looking for you everywhere." he handed me a glass of red colored liquid. "Oh you know, just a case of mistaken identity." I smiled and hooked arms with him. "Oh? Who did this person think you were? A wife? A servant?" Soran teased. "A harlot." I said sweetly. Soran stopped dead in his tracks. "Where is this person?" he growled. I could see a bit of his mother in him when he was upset, I wondered if he got magic from his father, or maybe he was a witch like his mother. I would ask him eventually. "It is taken care of Soran, don't worry." I smiled and kissed him. He smiled against my lips and deepened the kiss. We stayed in one place for a few minutes before I broke off the kiss reluctantly. "We probably shouldn't be kissing at a party." I teased and walked him over to the tables. "No, you're right. There will be plenty of time for that when we get back to the castle." he gave me a seductive smile that sent blush to my cheeks. "Shall we go dance?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "Of course, anything for you." We walked unto the dance floor and started dancing.

The party turned out to be a wonderful event, the only thing that ruined the evening was the sight of that man on the way home. Soran and I decided we would walk home. Chaol walked in front of us, Nesryn behind us. Both armed to the teeth. Chaol didn't say anything to me when we left to party, but I heard him talking to Nesryn, "she looks way to much like her mother for my liking." I didn't mind that I looked like the queen with silver hair, but it was odd that I hadn't run into any of mothers old friends when she lived here. My mother hadn't told me much about her life before me, just about her friend, Lysandra who visited me every once in a while, and her cousin Aedion who lived in the castle, but wasn't seen very often because he was a night guard. Walking down a popular street, I expected to see a few drunken men or women strolling the streets, but none were. We turned a corner and I saw a man talking with another man, one of them was hooded, one was not. The one with the hood looked away from us; the man with it stared right at me. I caught I glimpse of black hair and piercing blue eyes. I heard the sound of a sword whooshing out of its sheath and the man looked back at his partner. Who was he? Friend or foe?