Gwen sips her wine and talks with the princesses from Camelot’s neighboring kingdoms when someone taps on her shoulder. She turns around and finds a group of women, somewhere around her age, smiling at her. They curtsey and wait for her.
Gwen looks astonished at them and one of the princesses she was talking to leans vers l'avant, vers l’avant and whispers, “Nod, you’re supposed to nod.” Gwen thanks her and nods. The princess resumes her place and sneers with the other princesses.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” Gwen...