She turned her head to greet him and pulled on a smile. She knew he was joking, of course, she didn't want to look as radiant as the attendants insisted. She was sure Lethe had something to do with this, and if she discovered the Princess had alternative plans for this evenings events which included Vedette being pulled onto the dance floor with a Lord or another Captain she would turn her to ice just like all the fancy sculptures she'd commissioned.
"You do look quite handsome, my liege." Her smile turned into a grin and the attendants found much more interesting things to do than stand around and watch them.
"Drinking already?" Vedette said as she stepped forward to meet him, one hand raised to smooth out his collar, and then adjust his sash for him.
"Are you nervous?" He was taller than her, but not by very much, especially in these shoes she was forced into. Another form of formal torture. She really disliked balls.