章 67: Little Lies

2 April, 1359. Magdaline Castle, Islia

William was doing his best to avoid Princess Camilla. He really was. After giving Tession his word to stop pursuing the Moraigthian girl, he had no longer asked her to dance. He had stopped initiating conversation or invitations to go for a walk. Dinners in the banquet hall now ticked by in long, awkward silences. He tried not to even look at her.

Hopefully Tession considered that effort enough. Because it was killing William. 

Dancing with other ladies brought no pleasure because they weren't as beautiful as Camilla. Conversation with other ladies bored him because they didn't have her intelligence or quick, biting wit.

William felt a deep resentment towards the old healer. Part of it was because if Tession hadn't shown up that afternoon in the northern gallery, he would've never asked William to do this.