Sidonie had turned her head for a moment before she heard someone addressing her. Her brown eyes looked over to see a member of the Mekhal Household on his steed. She leaned to one side as she listened, her hand just under her chin. A small smile formed on her lips, barely noticeable to those that were standing farther away from her, when he dedicated the win to her. She would had just left it at that but then her Chaldean’s words from the other day echoed in the back of her mind.
She would entertain him and maybe give her close advisors off her for not choosing someone so she can give an heir to the Sidhe race.
One of her fingers came up to her lips, House Mekhal. She remembered them, though she was just a child still when their house fell when her mother reigned, they were always there willing to help and more than often proved themselves loyal to the royal crown. A fact that had not gone unnoticed by Sidonie and she would play along.
Knowing that the other families were waiting for her to do something, she stood up and then smiled a bit. “Join me and we will drink to your victory Lord Fredic of the House of Mekhal.” They were probably not thinking she would do that, but the queen was now playing their game.