**Amour—David Chappell**
Ember stared at Doris for seconds that stretched by as the guests all inched closer to the royal family, oblivious of her bruise as they scampered to hear the names from the list of Velmoria's Top Beauties.
She struggled with her next actions, but then finally came to a decision. "Is that the doing of the Captain of the Swift Forces?" She asked her although it was more like a statement.
Doris reared back as if she had been stung, but that was all the answer Ember needed.
"Mind your business!" Doris gritted, hiding her bruises when the reality was that no one actually cared for her, or her scars.
Ember looked straight at her mother, but the High Consort was sucking up to her father, the Duke of Belmore. And it was no surprise, to expect the woman to care for her daughters beyond the Crown Prince was asking for too much.
