Crown Prince Dorian waited until the musicians stopped before he ruined me.
"Lady Celia Arden is no longer my fiancee," he announced, with his new lover glowing beside him.
The ballroom inhaled as one body.
My father's face went gray.
Every noble who had kissed my hand yesterday looked at me today like a stain on silk.
Dorian lifted his glass. "May she find a future suitable to her lowered station."
Before I could answer, the doors opened behind me.
An envoy in silver armor bowed low.
"Lady Celia, the King of Valmere offers marriage, asylum, and a crown if you accept before midnight."