"Who is that?" a voice asked.
"I didn't know this was a masquerade ball," a noblewoman said.
"She does look very pretty—and that shade of hair. Who is that?"
"She doesn't look like any lord's daughter."
"I think I saw her standing with Lady Delphine."
"The harlot?"
"Why is she dressed in similar clothes to the Queen?"
"She is. Yes, now that you say it."
"Who is she?"
"The peasant. The one that wiggled her way into the castle like a little worm."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
The whispers floated through the spectators as they watched them. Everyone stopped what they were doing and started whispering amongst themselves as they watched the crown prince step up with an unrecognizable woman. They quickly made way for them, right in the middle.
At this point, Lady Delphine was stepping down from the stairs that led to the balcony, but she stopped on the stairs when she saw the crown prince leading Rose away. It wasn't hard to miss, as the crowd formed a perfect circle around them.
