She'd had her hand kissed a dozen times too many. She'd curtsied more than she'd ever in her entire lifetime tenfold and still it seemed like they'd never be done. Why was it that whenever a Lord presented his daughter he found the need to be introduced to her in such a formal way. They had daughters, how would that interest her? And everytime Ithacles seemed interested she found herself steering him to the next waiting hand.
It wasn't as if any of these women honestly cared for the Prince's well-being. She didn't know which of them was more uncomfortable with the idea of finding a bride tonight. Him, or her.
Lethe's speech was long and boring and she wanted the princess to suddenly... no. Vedette loved Lethe as much as she loved the rest of their family. Ithacles was just a.. Oh no. Already it was starting. A blush streaked across her pale cheeks as he spoke too loudly and Vedette downed her glass of wine and held it firmly out to the next waiting servant to refill.
"Someone will hear you." She said softly, smiling. Trying not to look as alarmed as she suddenly felt.