Anne had waited in Bela's room as long as she could. Right up until the Duchess' guards came and informed her that King -- someone or other (she REALLY wasn't paying attention) was waiting in the Great Hall for her and would she please join him? The joust was nearly over and her presence was required to witness the winner's reward.
Once she'd seen the King again, she'd dropped the appropriate curtsey and he'd slobbered all over her hand before latching it to his arm and leading her onto the grounds. Their combined entourage followed and when Anne's ladies' maids giggled, she silenced them with a look. She wasn't in the mood for girlish gigging. Dean said he was going to fix it and/or that Sam was going to show up. SHE had left this life behind. This wasn't the re-introduction she was looking for.
Catching the tail end of the joust, she saw Dean knock some poor guy off his horse and gave a smile of relief. He'd survived that much, at least. That was something. Her eyes scanned faces and then her heart jumped. Only one man she'd ever met was THAT tall. He'd come.
The King was hanging onto her still, but she steered gently in Sam's direction, catching his eye in a meaningful look and lowering her gaze. The King, however, greeted him jovially.
"Lord Winchester! I see your brother has won the prize. Lady Bela is quite the catch in these parts." Never mind the fact that he was supposed to marry Anne in the morning or that what he was saying was completely inappropriate, he was King. He said what he wanted.