Isabelle nodded. She'd only met Nialle once, but she vaguely recognized the woman as....some councilwoman or another. Someone in the royal court who lived outside the bounds of the city and only arrived for functions like the coronation.
Their interactions had never been especially long or pleasant.
"What brought you here?"
The woman laughed, waving her hand. "Is a royal wedding not cause?"
She squinted at Nialle. "And what gives you the impression there will be a wedding?"
Well.
Obviously Octavian's presence in the city.
But she'd made no such announcements about when the wedding would happen.
Or indeed that there would be an official one at all.
"I wasn't born yesterday," she chuckled, moving her gaze away from Isabelle.
"Indeed not." Isabelle squinted at the duchess suspiciously.
"If the crown prince of Pristan is present, the wedding must be soon, no?"