If the females noticed Hannah nearby, they clearly didn't register her as a threat. Or worse, they didn't care about her at all.
"I heard she's mated to beasts," one of them snorted, "And not even proper Fae ones."
"So?" another smirked. "They're powerful. That's what matters. I heard one of them caused that storm that nearly tore the kingdom apart. I'm surprised someone like her even managed to bind a mate that strong."
"She probably doesn't deserve them," a third one chimed in, her tone filled with envy. "Four mates? Isn't that just greedy?"
A soft laugh followed. "It's all because of her mother," another sneered. "Queen Seraphira carries her on her back. Without the Queen, she'd be nothing—"
The sentence ended in a shrill scream.
The golden-skinned Fae gasped as liquid splashed down her gown, staining the fabric and dripping to the floor.
"Ahh!"
Hannah stood there, the glass tilted in her hand, and utterly unapologetic.
"Oops," she said lightly. "My hand slipped."
