On Silver Wings

Warnings

Kala leaned back at the table, picked at the feast, still mostly intact, before her. "Honestly, Mama, I can't eat another bite."
"You're worried."
Kala looked at her mother astounded. "Dawn says the same."
"You should listen to your sister. She has intelligent insights." Kerbouchard laughed at Kala's expression. "No, not just because they agree with mine."
"But they do, Lady Jester and Crimson Dawn is right."
"Marcus," Kala blushed.
"I speak the truth, milady and you know it." Marcus verdent green eyes flashed a stormy jade. He didn't like Artemus at all or how the man looked at his... at Kala.
"Speak on Marcus," the young Lord Jester of the newly christened Gamewell said. "I would like to hear your council on this."
"Beau, please," Kala fretted. Clearly she dispised all this fuss over her.
"No Kala. Dawn and Rose alike have agreed," Marcus said, frowning darkly. "You are worried about the interest of the prince."
"I don't want his attentions and I don't want anyone to get involved. I simply want for him to leave me alone. Now that I've left, he will."
"No, he won't, my girl." Ker told her softly. "No prince of Eranesse gives up easily whether elf or human. Beau, perhaps we should make sure he can't find Kala here."
"Mother," Kala was exasperated. "I am Not an infant."
"Even so, you need our protection."
Kala knew from experience that there was little point in arguing. Her sisters were on their way to Gamewell already and she'd have to find a way to cater to everyone yet again.
She hated that. She hated being weak, but she was. What could she do?