Zara nodded, and let him lead her to a table at the far end of the ballroom that allowed those sitting at it to get a view of the entire proceedings. Kairos, Tabitha and a few people Zara had never seen before were already seated there.
Andres leaned in. “Diplomats. Politicians. It will be a very dry table.”
“I think we’ll manage.”
“This will be your life. These kinds of parties. This sort of company.”
She tried to make sense of his words. Tried to figure out if any of it mattered. If she cared one way or the other. “Well, it will have you too. So the rest doesn’t really matter.”
He drew back, frowning. “I wouldn’t count on me being one of the perks, Princess.”
“I’ve spent quite a bit of time with you over the past week. There are a great many perks to you.”
“Perhaps to my body. To what I can do to yours. As a human being I tend to fall short.”
She frowned, matching his. “I’ve yet to see evidence of that.”
He said nothing, rather he continued over to the table, so she followed him. She was irritated with him. It had been a while since he was irritating. Or perhaps, she had simply been insulated by the good things he made her feel. That was entirely possible. He did make her feel some very good things.
She took a seat beside Andres, with Tabitha on her other side. The queen was very quiet, and very purposefully not looking at her husband. Zara had to wonder again if this was her fate, inescapably. It was this relationship, so clearly strained, that had made her nervous at the last meal they’d shared. She had been so convinced recently that she and Andres had something entirely different, but then, there were these moments when he would shut down on her completely, and she wasn’t entirely sure after that.
As with everything else at the party, the meal was lovely. Zara mainly listened to people talk about topics she wasn’t very informed on. Andres seemed to be doing the same. Zara turned to Tabitha. “Did you enjoy dinner?” Probably a silly question to ask the queen, who very likely had planned the menu. But she was hopeless at talking to women. She had not had very many friends in her life, Andres was the closest thing, and he wasn’t a woman. Far from it.
Zara found that she very much wanted to make Tabitha a friend. Another thing that was within her reach, thanks to this arrangement.
“Yes,” Tabitha said, seemingly unruffled by Zara’s clumsy attempt at conversation.
“Everything is lovely.” She knew she sounded stilted, but she was trying. “It’s been a very long time since I’ve celebrated Christmas. Since I’ve seen Christmas decorations, and never anything like this. I love Christmas.” She hadn’t let herself remember how much, because it was only painful. Something else to add to the sad, empty ache. Another thing she missed that she couldn’t have back.
“Do you?” Tabitha tilted her head to the side, the words brittle.
“Yes. Doesn’t everyone?”
“I find it quite stressful, I confess.”
Zara noticed Tabitha sneak a quick glance at Kairos.
“A lot of planning. A lot of smiling.”
Tabitha wasn’t doing a very good job of smiling at the moment.
“I can see how it might be. I’m used to... Well, people don’t usually pay so much attention to me.”
“You don’t find it daunting?”
“Not when I’m with him,” Zara said, a blush rising in her cheeks.
Tabitha arched her eyebrows. “Andres?”
“Yes. He’s at ease in every situation. I can’t help being at ease too.”
“So things are...going well between the two of you?”
If Zara wasn’t mistaken, there was a slight edge to Tabitha’s voice now.
“Yes.” Zara shifted uncomfortably. “He’s been very good to me. He cares for me—”
“I see,” Tabitha said, clipped.
Andres chose that moment to lean over and whisper in her ear, “Zara, it looks like the dance floor is beginning to fill. Would you like to join me for a dance?”
“Yes,” she said, grateful for the chance to escape. She had done something wrong. She supposed she shouldn’t be too surprised. She had no experience with any of this. She was moving through it all blindly, having faith that it would work out because she was enjoying herself. Because she was happy. But of course Tabitha had friends. She was secure in her place. Just because Zara desperately wanted the connection didn’t mean that Tabitha did.