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As the assailant was beaten to the ground by her guardsman, Persephone used all her self control to keep her features calm and unafraid. Despite the fact that the whole event and attempt on her life was a shock to the system. While, logically, she knew to expect such aggression and anger towards a change in the law and history of the land, she had yet to personally experience anything of the sort. But it was growing closer to the Senate meet now... and such reactions would be bubbling up all over the place, if not in her company than certainly in the minds of certain facets of her citizens.
When Vilmar had the man at sword point and offered her advise on how to proceed, Persephone kept her head still but the shake of it was in her words.
"There is point in holding people to the palace. There are too many nobles here, too many retainers. It would only make us look like we were scrambling. Make Xanthos appear weak..." Her voice was low so that only Vilmar and Nicholai - the two closest to her - would be able to hear her.
Taking a breath, Persephone did the opposite and stepped forwards towards the crowds. With a smile she held up her arms.
"Apologies for the interruption, ladies and gentleman." She told them with a light and easy tone that carried around the now silent room. "It would appear my security needs tightening..." There was a small ripple of awkward amusement throughout the crowd and Persephone felt the people start to calm, the atmosphere becoming less tense.
"I'm afraid, for everyone's safety I am forced to offer my apologies that this session of Court will be ending sooner than planned. We're forced to look forward to seeing each other again tomorrow at the festivities."
Her words were not explicit in her instructions but her tone was clearly a dismissal. With a glance towards the guards at the door, Persephone watched as the noble ladies and their husbands closest to the exits were encouraging by the men in Xanthos uniform to leave the room first, leading to the evacuation of the great hall.
"Lock him up." Persephone then said, turning her gaze sharply to the man who had tried to kill her. "Have Captain Diomedes find out if he was alone or had help." She told Vilmar. "And do it quickly... I'll not have him bleeding on my floor."
Persephone just hoped that her tone was firm and commanding enough that no-one would notice the slight tremor in her fingers...
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As the assailant was beaten to the ground by her guardsman, Persephone used all her self control to keep her features calm and unafraid. Despite the fact that the whole event and attempt on her life was a shock to the system. While, logically, she knew to expect such aggression and anger towards a change in the law and history of the land, she had yet to personally experience anything of the sort. But it was growing closer to the Senate meet now... and such reactions would be bubbling up all over the place, if not in her company than certainly in the minds of certain facets of her citizens.
When Vilmar had the man at sword point and offered her advise on how to proceed, Persephone kept her head still but the shake of it was in her words.
"There is point in holding people to the palace. There are too many nobles here, too many retainers. It would only make us look like we were scrambling. Make Xanthos appear weak..." Her voice was low so that only Vilmar and Nicholai - the two closest to her - would be able to hear her.
Taking a breath, Persephone did the opposite and stepped forwards towards the crowds. With a smile she held up her arms.
"Apologies for the interruption, ladies and gentleman." She told them with a light and easy tone that carried around the now silent room. "It would appear my security needs tightening..." There was a small ripple of awkward amusement throughout the crowd and Persephone felt the people start to calm, the atmosphere becoming less tense.
"I'm afraid, for everyone's safety I am forced to offer my apologies that this session of Court will be ending sooner than planned. We're forced to look forward to seeing each other again tomorrow at the festivities."
Her words were not explicit in her instructions but her tone was clearly a dismissal. With a glance towards the guards at the door, Persephone watched as the noble ladies and their husbands closest to the exits were encouraging by the men in Xanthos uniform to leave the room first, leading to the evacuation of the great hall.
"Lock him up." Persephone then said, turning her gaze sharply to the man who had tried to kill her. "Have Captain Diomedes find out if he was alone or had help." She told Vilmar. "And do it quickly... I'll not have him bleeding on my floor."
Persephone just hoped that her tone was firm and commanding enough that no-one would notice the slight tremor in her fingers...
As the assailant was beaten to the ground by her guardsman, Persephone used all her self control to keep her features calm and unafraid. Despite the fact that the whole event and attempt on her life was a shock to the system. While, logically, she knew to expect such aggression and anger towards a change in the law and history of the land, she had yet to personally experience anything of the sort. But it was growing closer to the Senate meet now... and such reactions would be bubbling up all over the place, if not in her company than certainly in the minds of certain facets of her citizens.
When Vilmar had the man at sword point and offered her advise on how to proceed, Persephone kept her head still but the shake of it was in her words.
"There is point in holding people to the palace. There are too many nobles here, too many retainers. It would only make us look like we were scrambling. Make Xanthos appear weak..." Her voice was low so that only Vilmar and Nicholai - the two closest to her - would be able to hear her.
Taking a breath, Persephone did the opposite and stepped forwards towards the crowds. With a smile she held up her arms.
"Apologies for the interruption, ladies and gentleman." She told them with a light and easy tone that carried around the now silent room. "It would appear my security needs tightening..." There was a small ripple of awkward amusement throughout the crowd and Persephone felt the people start to calm, the atmosphere becoming less tense.
"I'm afraid, for everyone's safety I am forced to offer my apologies that this session of Court will be ending sooner than planned. We're forced to look forward to seeing each other again tomorrow at the festivities."
Her words were not explicit in her instructions but her tone was clearly a dismissal. With a glance towards the guards at the door, Persephone watched as the noble ladies and their husbands closest to the exits were encouraging by the men in Xanthos uniform to leave the room first, leading to the evacuation of the great hall.
"Lock him up." Persephone then said, turning her gaze sharply to the man who had tried to kill her. "Have Captain Diomedes find out if he was alone or had help." She told Vilmar. "And do it quickly... I'll not have him bleeding on my floor."
Persephone just hoped that her tone was firm and commanding enough that no-one would notice the slight tremor in her fingers...
Rafail raised an eyebrow, not exactly sure how much offence he should have been taking by the Princess's words, not to mention the way she had so rudely turned away from him. He was a royal lord; this man was a mere noble. A noble who was polite enough to comment on his date's beauty and had an appropriate amount of training in etiquette but a noble nonetheless. Rafail would have been about to say something further as though to return attention to himself when, quite suddenly, Princess Persephone appeared to decide that she would much rather be speaking to Lady Iris. The same Lady Iris with which he had had such a difficult time in Aetaea only recently (although the rumours he had heard throughout the court that day were doing wonders for his reputation). Despite her impoliteness, he offered her a smile that some might read as condescending - really, precisely as it had been intended - and bowed his head gently to bid her farewell.
With no one with which to distract himself now, Rafail turned his attention fully onto Althaia, briefly glancing over her head to ensure that nobody was watching the pair of them. He would not deny feeling insulted and when in such an irritable mood, few things entertained him. Luckily, the woman on his arm could provide him with just that.
"Come, Althaia," he told her, pulling her away from the main crowd and to a corner where they could be less easily seen by prying eyes, and he could push her against a wall and press his lips against hers. He was half leaning in, ignoring her embarrassed giggles and ready to kiss her when a scream pierced the air. Instinctively, he turned to see what was going on, assuming it couldn't be anything more than some idiotic woman having spilt wine on her chiton. He could not have been more incorrect.
A multitude of people was rushing from the main hall as though in an attempt to escape something or other. Grabbing a passing servant by the arm, he questioned the people's actions and, upon hearing the news, was silent for a moment in general shock as the man ran back away. Rafail would not have thought any assassin would have been stupid enough to launch an attack on a princess in such a public area. Then, all of a sudden, the reality of the situation hit him and, instinctively, he tightened his grip on Althaia's arm, protectively holding himself in front of her lest she too somehow was attacked. There was a part of him which monetarily considered helping the others in the court find their way to safety but, ultimately, selfishness won out.
Women were slow, and Rafail did not plan to put himself into danger because his date could not move fast enough. It was a panicked few moments as he scooped her into his arms, holding her bridal style - something she appeared to find much more romantic than he had intended it - and carrying her hurriedly out of the room. Never let it be said he couldn't be at least a little brave when it came to his self-interests.
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Rafail raised an eyebrow, not exactly sure how much offence he should have been taking by the Princess's words, not to mention the way she had so rudely turned away from him. He was a royal lord; this man was a mere noble. A noble who was polite enough to comment on his date's beauty and had an appropriate amount of training in etiquette but a noble nonetheless. Rafail would have been about to say something further as though to return attention to himself when, quite suddenly, Princess Persephone appeared to decide that she would much rather be speaking to Lady Iris. The same Lady Iris with which he had had such a difficult time in Aetaea only recently (although the rumours he had heard throughout the court that day were doing wonders for his reputation). Despite her impoliteness, he offered her a smile that some might read as condescending - really, precisely as it had been intended - and bowed his head gently to bid her farewell.
With no one with which to distract himself now, Rafail turned his attention fully onto Althaia, briefly glancing over her head to ensure that nobody was watching the pair of them. He would not deny feeling insulted and when in such an irritable mood, few things entertained him. Luckily, the woman on his arm could provide him with just that.
"Come, Althaia," he told her, pulling her away from the main crowd and to a corner where they could be less easily seen by prying eyes, and he could push her against a wall and press his lips against hers. He was half leaning in, ignoring her embarrassed giggles and ready to kiss her when a scream pierced the air. Instinctively, he turned to see what was going on, assuming it couldn't be anything more than some idiotic woman having spilt wine on her chiton. He could not have been more incorrect.
A multitude of people was rushing from the main hall as though in an attempt to escape something or other. Grabbing a passing servant by the arm, he questioned the people's actions and, upon hearing the news, was silent for a moment in general shock as the man ran back away. Rafail would not have thought any assassin would have been stupid enough to launch an attack on a princess in such a public area. Then, all of a sudden, the reality of the situation hit him and, instinctively, he tightened his grip on Althaia's arm, protectively holding himself in front of her lest she too somehow was attacked. There was a part of him which monetarily considered helping the others in the court find their way to safety but, ultimately, selfishness won out.
Women were slow, and Rafail did not plan to put himself into danger because his date could not move fast enough. It was a panicked few moments as he scooped her into his arms, holding her bridal style - something she appeared to find much more romantic than he had intended it - and carrying her hurriedly out of the room. Never let it be said he couldn't be at least a little brave when it came to his self-interests.
Rafail raised an eyebrow, not exactly sure how much offence he should have been taking by the Princess's words, not to mention the way she had so rudely turned away from him. He was a royal lord; this man was a mere noble. A noble who was polite enough to comment on his date's beauty and had an appropriate amount of training in etiquette but a noble nonetheless. Rafail would have been about to say something further as though to return attention to himself when, quite suddenly, Princess Persephone appeared to decide that she would much rather be speaking to Lady Iris. The same Lady Iris with which he had had such a difficult time in Aetaea only recently (although the rumours he had heard throughout the court that day were doing wonders for his reputation). Despite her impoliteness, he offered her a smile that some might read as condescending - really, precisely as it had been intended - and bowed his head gently to bid her farewell.
With no one with which to distract himself now, Rafail turned his attention fully onto Althaia, briefly glancing over her head to ensure that nobody was watching the pair of them. He would not deny feeling insulted and when in such an irritable mood, few things entertained him. Luckily, the woman on his arm could provide him with just that.
"Come, Althaia," he told her, pulling her away from the main crowd and to a corner where they could be less easily seen by prying eyes, and he could push her against a wall and press his lips against hers. He was half leaning in, ignoring her embarrassed giggles and ready to kiss her when a scream pierced the air. Instinctively, he turned to see what was going on, assuming it couldn't be anything more than some idiotic woman having spilt wine on her chiton. He could not have been more incorrect.
A multitude of people was rushing from the main hall as though in an attempt to escape something or other. Grabbing a passing servant by the arm, he questioned the people's actions and, upon hearing the news, was silent for a moment in general shock as the man ran back away. Rafail would not have thought any assassin would have been stupid enough to launch an attack on a princess in such a public area. Then, all of a sudden, the reality of the situation hit him and, instinctively, he tightened his grip on Althaia's arm, protectively holding himself in front of her lest she too somehow was attacked. There was a part of him which monetarily considered helping the others in the court find their way to safety but, ultimately, selfishness won out.
Women were slow, and Rafail did not plan to put himself into danger because his date could not move fast enough. It was a panicked few moments as he scooped her into his arms, holding her bridal style - something she appeared to find much more romantic than he had intended it - and carrying her hurriedly out of the room. Never let it be said he couldn't be at least a little brave when it came to his self-interests.
While waiting for a response, Danae felt someone bump into her. Already frustrated from the night’s events, Danae silently turned on her heels and came face to face with the offender. Truthfully she had little patience this evening and she would love nothing more than to take her anger out on this girl. Alas, she couldn’t. Danae recognized her as a member of the House of Raptis, a vassal to her family. It would not be in good spirit to insult the house’s only heir. “I’m fine, but you should watch where you are going.” She said in a condescending tone, with her eyebrows raised slightly, The only outward signs she would show of her anger fueled by the insecurities bubbling beneath the surface.
Then before she could say more, the hall erupted into chaos. Turning around to face the source of all the chaos, Danae was only able to see a cluster of people around the princess. The number of courtiers and retainers between her and Persephone blocked her view of the specific details of what was happening, which was a good thing. If Danae had actually seen the events that had just transpired, she would not have been able to supress a self-righteous smile at the sight of the ever-so-confident brat having the rug pulled out from underneath her. It serves them right, they couldn’t possibly expect everything to be so carefree and joyful as they uphended the social order of Athenia. No, if they wanted to ruin everything her family had ever done, just so some stupid girl can be queen, there would need to remember that the seas would be treacherous.
There would be no smooth sailing for the swans this time.
Though, to be frank and clear, she may have found some sort of sick and twisted joy in the Xanthos family’s misfortunes, Danae of Stravos was not the one who ordered the attack. Nor was she aware of who did. She just silently approved of their actions from afar. A dead Xanthos princess made their family’s goal easier and it brought Danae personally one step closer to seeing HER bloodline on the throne. If the succession law remained intact and Alehandros, as well as Elias, met unfortunate ends after Danae had a son of her own… why that boy would be second or even first in line for the throne. Not thirteenth or god knows how far back if the Xanthos girls got their way. That alone erased any fondness she might have had left for the pair of vapid fools who had no business being anywhere near the crown. If there had been any to begin with.
When the call for everyone to leave went out, Danae turned to the young woman she had been speaking with thus far and said in simple, formal, and oddly calm tone, “Lady Kalyspo, it appears our evening has been cut short. My father has informed me previously that we should expect to see you and your grandfather at our manor in a few day’s time. We can chat then.”
With that, the guards began to move everyone towards the doors and Danae wormed her way into the crowd, eager to find the two older women she had arrived with. As the throng of people was so thick and dense, she was not able to find them until she was outside. Her mother and sister were already calling for the liter. For a moment a twinge of doubt wormed its way into her mind. Were they really about to leave without me? However, they were temporarily abated when Circenia caught sight of her daughter and motioned over to her, wrapping her arms around Danae for a brief hug. “There you are.” No mentions of being worried sick. No questions about her well-being. Just a general statement as to her arrival as if she had wandered off and hadn’t been left to flounder on her own by this woman.
Danae didn’t say anything in response, she knew better than that. Instead, she stood in stony silence as Chara and Circenia continued their conversation as they waited for their ride home to arrive. It was almost as if the young girl wasn’t even there.
Once they had spotted their transportation, Danae overheard her mother say something that spurned her anger to the point where it just had to break through. “Ugh those poor girls. To think, an attacker at your own event and in front of her sister too! Oh, I don’t know what I would do-”
“They deserved it.” Danae angrily spit out, safely away from prying ears. Circenia narrowed her eyes at her outspoken daughter as Danae continued, “They deserved that and everything else that is coming to them.”
Still hurt from her mother’s abandonment earlier, she found the momentary courage to finish by saying, “And don’t you say you don’t think the same way.”
They were Stravoses. There was no love from the Anchor to the Swan. Not anymore
Danae knew that much for sure.
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While waiting for a response, Danae felt someone bump into her. Already frustrated from the night’s events, Danae silently turned on her heels and came face to face with the offender. Truthfully she had little patience this evening and she would love nothing more than to take her anger out on this girl. Alas, she couldn’t. Danae recognized her as a member of the House of Raptis, a vassal to her family. It would not be in good spirit to insult the house’s only heir. “I’m fine, but you should watch where you are going.” She said in a condescending tone, with her eyebrows raised slightly, The only outward signs she would show of her anger fueled by the insecurities bubbling beneath the surface.
Then before she could say more, the hall erupted into chaos. Turning around to face the source of all the chaos, Danae was only able to see a cluster of people around the princess. The number of courtiers and retainers between her and Persephone blocked her view of the specific details of what was happening, which was a good thing. If Danae had actually seen the events that had just transpired, she would not have been able to supress a self-righteous smile at the sight of the ever-so-confident brat having the rug pulled out from underneath her. It serves them right, they couldn’t possibly expect everything to be so carefree and joyful as they uphended the social order of Athenia. No, if they wanted to ruin everything her family had ever done, just so some stupid girl can be queen, there would need to remember that the seas would be treacherous.
There would be no smooth sailing for the swans this time.
Though, to be frank and clear, she may have found some sort of sick and twisted joy in the Xanthos family’s misfortunes, Danae of Stravos was not the one who ordered the attack. Nor was she aware of who did. She just silently approved of their actions from afar. A dead Xanthos princess made their family’s goal easier and it brought Danae personally one step closer to seeing HER bloodline on the throne. If the succession law remained intact and Alehandros, as well as Elias, met unfortunate ends after Danae had a son of her own… why that boy would be second or even first in line for the throne. Not thirteenth or god knows how far back if the Xanthos girls got their way. That alone erased any fondness she might have had left for the pair of vapid fools who had no business being anywhere near the crown. If there had been any to begin with.
When the call for everyone to leave went out, Danae turned to the young woman she had been speaking with thus far and said in simple, formal, and oddly calm tone, “Lady Kalyspo, it appears our evening has been cut short. My father has informed me previously that we should expect to see you and your grandfather at our manor in a few day’s time. We can chat then.”
With that, the guards began to move everyone towards the doors and Danae wormed her way into the crowd, eager to find the two older women she had arrived with. As the throng of people was so thick and dense, she was not able to find them until she was outside. Her mother and sister were already calling for the liter. For a moment a twinge of doubt wormed its way into her mind. Were they really about to leave without me? However, they were temporarily abated when Circenia caught sight of her daughter and motioned over to her, wrapping her arms around Danae for a brief hug. “There you are.” No mentions of being worried sick. No questions about her well-being. Just a general statement as to her arrival as if she had wandered off and hadn’t been left to flounder on her own by this woman.
Danae didn’t say anything in response, she knew better than that. Instead, she stood in stony silence as Chara and Circenia continued their conversation as they waited for their ride home to arrive. It was almost as if the young girl wasn’t even there.
Once they had spotted their transportation, Danae overheard her mother say something that spurned her anger to the point where it just had to break through. “Ugh those poor girls. To think, an attacker at your own event and in front of her sister too! Oh, I don’t know what I would do-”
“They deserved it.” Danae angrily spit out, safely away from prying ears. Circenia narrowed her eyes at her outspoken daughter as Danae continued, “They deserved that and everything else that is coming to them.”
Still hurt from her mother’s abandonment earlier, she found the momentary courage to finish by saying, “And don’t you say you don’t think the same way.”
They were Stravoses. There was no love from the Anchor to the Swan. Not anymore
Danae knew that much for sure.
While waiting for a response, Danae felt someone bump into her. Already frustrated from the night’s events, Danae silently turned on her heels and came face to face with the offender. Truthfully she had little patience this evening and she would love nothing more than to take her anger out on this girl. Alas, she couldn’t. Danae recognized her as a member of the House of Raptis, a vassal to her family. It would not be in good spirit to insult the house’s only heir. “I’m fine, but you should watch where you are going.” She said in a condescending tone, with her eyebrows raised slightly, The only outward signs she would show of her anger fueled by the insecurities bubbling beneath the surface.
Then before she could say more, the hall erupted into chaos. Turning around to face the source of all the chaos, Danae was only able to see a cluster of people around the princess. The number of courtiers and retainers between her and Persephone blocked her view of the specific details of what was happening, which was a good thing. If Danae had actually seen the events that had just transpired, she would not have been able to supress a self-righteous smile at the sight of the ever-so-confident brat having the rug pulled out from underneath her. It serves them right, they couldn’t possibly expect everything to be so carefree and joyful as they uphended the social order of Athenia. No, if they wanted to ruin everything her family had ever done, just so some stupid girl can be queen, there would need to remember that the seas would be treacherous.
There would be no smooth sailing for the swans this time.
Though, to be frank and clear, she may have found some sort of sick and twisted joy in the Xanthos family’s misfortunes, Danae of Stravos was not the one who ordered the attack. Nor was she aware of who did. She just silently approved of their actions from afar. A dead Xanthos princess made their family’s goal easier and it brought Danae personally one step closer to seeing HER bloodline on the throne. If the succession law remained intact and Alehandros, as well as Elias, met unfortunate ends after Danae had a son of her own… why that boy would be second or even first in line for the throne. Not thirteenth or god knows how far back if the Xanthos girls got their way. That alone erased any fondness she might have had left for the pair of vapid fools who had no business being anywhere near the crown. If there had been any to begin with.
When the call for everyone to leave went out, Danae turned to the young woman she had been speaking with thus far and said in simple, formal, and oddly calm tone, “Lady Kalyspo, it appears our evening has been cut short. My father has informed me previously that we should expect to see you and your grandfather at our manor in a few day’s time. We can chat then.”
With that, the guards began to move everyone towards the doors and Danae wormed her way into the crowd, eager to find the two older women she had arrived with. As the throng of people was so thick and dense, she was not able to find them until she was outside. Her mother and sister were already calling for the liter. For a moment a twinge of doubt wormed its way into her mind. Were they really about to leave without me? However, they were temporarily abated when Circenia caught sight of her daughter and motioned over to her, wrapping her arms around Danae for a brief hug. “There you are.” No mentions of being worried sick. No questions about her well-being. Just a general statement as to her arrival as if she had wandered off and hadn’t been left to flounder on her own by this woman.
Danae didn’t say anything in response, she knew better than that. Instead, she stood in stony silence as Chara and Circenia continued their conversation as they waited for their ride home to arrive. It was almost as if the young girl wasn’t even there.
Once they had spotted their transportation, Danae overheard her mother say something that spurned her anger to the point where it just had to break through. “Ugh those poor girls. To think, an attacker at your own event and in front of her sister too! Oh, I don’t know what I would do-”
“They deserved it.” Danae angrily spit out, safely away from prying ears. Circenia narrowed her eyes at her outspoken daughter as Danae continued, “They deserved that and everything else that is coming to them.”
Still hurt from her mother’s abandonment earlier, she found the momentary courage to finish by saying, “And don’t you say you don’t think the same way.”
They were Stravoses. There was no love from the Anchor to the Swan. Not anymore
Danae knew that much for sure.
Her personal bodyguard's voice was a welcomed relief. Only when she heard Nicholai's voice, did the young princess finally pry her eyes open, and nodded at Nicholai's question. The blood was quick to return to her face when she saw the bulky form of the foreign man who had served as her familiar for so long - Emilia had always felt safe when Nicholai was nearby.
Bolstered by his presence, her hazel irises now looked up to where her sister was, faintly noticing the furor that the ballroom was now in as the guards came to subdue the attacker. Behind Nicholai's broad frame, Emilia caught the words of her sister, like a sponge in taking in the way Persephone made decisions, as she always did. Learning best through observation, there was a reason why Emilia failed so absymally in the classroom with her tutors.
Once the instructions were given, and Persephone had stepped back again, Emilia turned to Iris who now stood by her side, and gave a small dip of her head towards the noble lady in a respectful manner, a small, grateful smile upon her lips. "I thank you greatly for your help today, Lady Iris. Please do not hesitate in getting one of our guards to escort you out, and I do hope to visit your barony one day along with my sister. My apologies for cutting our conversation short, but I do have to see to my sister." she murmured, in a tone that was genuinely apologetic.
Nudging past Nicholai, she briefly glanced through the crowd, and motioned at Dawn to bring Selene back to their quarters, before turning her soft brown eyes to Persephone, and taking her sister's hand. Sharp as she was to how her only sibling was when she was in proximity, Emilia could tell the slight tremor as she held the elder one's hands in her own, and tightened her grasp, looking towards Nicholai. "Escort us back to our chambers, Nicholai, if you would please." the young one addressed her guard firmly, trusting the other guard of her sister's to deal with the attacker, as she tugged at Persephone to leave the ballroom. They have had enough going on for the time being, and she had no wish to lose her sister, when she was already on the verge of losing her father.
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Her personal bodyguard's voice was a welcomed relief. Only when she heard Nicholai's voice, did the young princess finally pry her eyes open, and nodded at Nicholai's question. The blood was quick to return to her face when she saw the bulky form of the foreign man who had served as her familiar for so long - Emilia had always felt safe when Nicholai was nearby.
Bolstered by his presence, her hazel irises now looked up to where her sister was, faintly noticing the furor that the ballroom was now in as the guards came to subdue the attacker. Behind Nicholai's broad frame, Emilia caught the words of her sister, like a sponge in taking in the way Persephone made decisions, as she always did. Learning best through observation, there was a reason why Emilia failed so absymally in the classroom with her tutors.
Once the instructions were given, and Persephone had stepped back again, Emilia turned to Iris who now stood by her side, and gave a small dip of her head towards the noble lady in a respectful manner, a small, grateful smile upon her lips. "I thank you greatly for your help today, Lady Iris. Please do not hesitate in getting one of our guards to escort you out, and I do hope to visit your barony one day along with my sister. My apologies for cutting our conversation short, but I do have to see to my sister." she murmured, in a tone that was genuinely apologetic.
Nudging past Nicholai, she briefly glanced through the crowd, and motioned at Dawn to bring Selene back to their quarters, before turning her soft brown eyes to Persephone, and taking her sister's hand. Sharp as she was to how her only sibling was when she was in proximity, Emilia could tell the slight tremor as she held the elder one's hands in her own, and tightened her grasp, looking towards Nicholai. "Escort us back to our chambers, Nicholai, if you would please." the young one addressed her guard firmly, trusting the other guard of her sister's to deal with the attacker, as she tugged at Persephone to leave the ballroom. They have had enough going on for the time being, and she had no wish to lose her sister, when she was already on the verge of losing her father.
Her personal bodyguard's voice was a welcomed relief. Only when she heard Nicholai's voice, did the young princess finally pry her eyes open, and nodded at Nicholai's question. The blood was quick to return to her face when she saw the bulky form of the foreign man who had served as her familiar for so long - Emilia had always felt safe when Nicholai was nearby.
Bolstered by his presence, her hazel irises now looked up to where her sister was, faintly noticing the furor that the ballroom was now in as the guards came to subdue the attacker. Behind Nicholai's broad frame, Emilia caught the words of her sister, like a sponge in taking in the way Persephone made decisions, as she always did. Learning best through observation, there was a reason why Emilia failed so absymally in the classroom with her tutors.
Once the instructions were given, and Persephone had stepped back again, Emilia turned to Iris who now stood by her side, and gave a small dip of her head towards the noble lady in a respectful manner, a small, grateful smile upon her lips. "I thank you greatly for your help today, Lady Iris. Please do not hesitate in getting one of our guards to escort you out, and I do hope to visit your barony one day along with my sister. My apologies for cutting our conversation short, but I do have to see to my sister." she murmured, in a tone that was genuinely apologetic.
Nudging past Nicholai, she briefly glanced through the crowd, and motioned at Dawn to bring Selene back to their quarters, before turning her soft brown eyes to Persephone, and taking her sister's hand. Sharp as she was to how her only sibling was when she was in proximity, Emilia could tell the slight tremor as she held the elder one's hands in her own, and tightened her grasp, looking towards Nicholai. "Escort us back to our chambers, Nicholai, if you would please." the young one addressed her guard firmly, trusting the other guard of her sister's to deal with the attacker, as she tugged at Persephone to leave the ballroom. They have had enough going on for the time being, and she had no wish to lose her sister, when she was already on the verge of losing her father.
