Chapter Seventy-seven

**GWEN**

By 4:15 pm, I was properly dressed in a burgundy knee-length body con gown to match with a peach slight stiletto heel. I sat in front of the mirror as Kora adorned my hair with silver pins in a simple chignon style.

"Has there been any meeting these past three days, Kora?" I asked her, watching her move from the mirror.

She shrugged, her eyes meeting mine steadily. "None, your higjness. For now, there won't be much meetings until after the games."

"Okay..." Is she lying? If not, why would Ashton have those bags and look that way? He had a week load of stubbles on his face and his colour was pale, not to mention his hair and clothing.

"Besides, with the ball of appeasement approaching, there are bound to be several meetings, most of which would run through the night. So, the elders are trying to preserve their energy for it. Even the King."

Ball of appeasement? I've never heard of that. Instead of asking her-which would seem awkward- I would rather ask Abby later.

"Where has