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I entered the dining room with Maxon next to me. He was still mad at Daphne, but he would have to act as if it were nothing. Deep down I know that I should still be mad at him, but fighting him wouldn't make things better. I also feel hurt that he would ever think that I would start something like that, but again he's known Daphne all of his life, and he trusts her more than me. Trusted is a better word though.

" I should go America." Maxon says as he gestures towards his parents and the king and queen of France. I give Maxon a nod and he rushes off but before he takes his seat he tugs his ear. I smile and do the same thing, knowing that he'll want to talk about Daphne after dinner.

" Don't just stand there." Fray says as she walk in. She gives me a smile and pulls me to a seat next to her. Though she is a very warm person, I just can't get the way that she looked as Daphne out of my mind. Fray looked as if she was going to kill Daphne, a brave but dangerous look upon her. In a way, she was like a snake. You might think that she is a person without poison, but looks can also lie.

I shake the thought out of my mind No I tell myself. Fray isn't the snake here.

I take my seat next to a girl with long blond hair. Her eyes are a nice hazel color that I would kill for. She gives a wide smile as Maxon cracks a joke sending laughter all over. She must have been a few years younger than me, maybe fourteen years old, but the way that she acted made her a queen. She only spoke when other's talked to her, laughed for a certain amount of time, and her emotions were easily read, but at the same time I was able to tell that she was faking it. She was able to act perfect, and her parents seemed to be proud of that.

" That's Addie." Fray says pointing towards the blond girl. " Princess of Finland."

" Fraya." a woman sharply says. Both Fray and I turn our heads to be meat with an unhappy Queen of Ireland. She looed like an older version of her daughter, but with gray eyes, not green. " Do not point."

" Forgive me Ma'am" is all that Fray says before turning back to me.

" She's perfect."

" Who, my mother?" Fray asks. " I'd beg a differ Darling."

I can't help but laugh. A few heads turn towards me and a blush starts to make it's way on my cheeks. For my relief Fray and West start to laugh as well, making look like one of us has told a funny joke, and in this case it was. " No, Addie." I correct her.

" I wouldn't say that America." Fray turns cold again, but she jumps back to her old self in no time. I can't help but wonder what she is talking about. " Meet me in my room after dinner."