Upon hearing that, Riona flipped the table. The heavy oak table floundered into the air, hurtling toward Ulysses and Madam Silvia. Both instinctively raised their powers, shielding themselves just as the table threatened to crash down.
From across the room, Sandor sprang forward, slamming into the airborne furniture and shoving it aside, saving his comrades from being crushed beneath its weight.
"Riona!" Lady Maris gasped, one hand clutching her skirt, the other flying to her mouth. She stood frozen, stunned. Even knowing Riona's unpredictable nature—and knowing she hadn't been raised under the strict expectations of royalty—this outburst still left her reeling.
Thorin and Puck exchanged glances, equally caught off guard by Riona's explosive reaction. But Thorin understood instantly. What seemed excessive to everyone else made perfect sense to him.
