In Book One, she stomped all over Prince Orso’s heart.
Now, it appears she has a worsening addiction to pearl dust and is losing her looks.
Eyes turned in her direction, expressions harder than she was used to. Assessing, rather than admiring. Scornful, rather than envious. They used to crowd around her like pigs around the one trough in the farmyard. Now the most tempting morsels went elsewhere.— The Trouble with Peace, p. 17