It was unfortunate for her that her hooded and cloaked form stood out so much when compared to the other ladies at court. She had gone out of her way to bring only her plainest and unflattering clothes with her in hopes that her simplicity would be largely ignored in favor of the jewels and bright colors others wore. It was her hope with what she was wearing today, her hood, mesh and dress that same dull brown-gray color, which she sensed would have gotten her mistaken for a servant if she hadn't been closely followed by the two female guards the Queen had posted to her. Of course if she had anticipated running into Lord Judgement she likely wouldn't have left her windowless rooms at all.
Fear raced through her when he called to her, though not fear that he would snap her up, fear that he would return every unpleasant thing she had done to him the day before. As far as she knew the compulsion had worn off, as it had with the Queen's brother and every man before, she reasoned that even though he reacted differently that her abilities had their limits. She had kept herself far from him at the gala and hadn't asked after him, so she had no idea how he was now. Fear of retaliation or not she did not bolt as she would have liked to, instead curtsying low as was expected of a lesser noble being greeted by a greater one. She kept her head bowed, bracing herself for whatever would come next, "My Lord?"