Arabelle’s face visibly fell at the child's words, her brow furrowing slightly at the relayed comment. Her body’s frail nature, though it was no fault of her own, had always been a source of insecurity for the princess. Despite her the reassurances of her siblings and step-mother that she was quite a fetching lass, she’d never quite looked at herself in the mirror and seen much more than a walking skeleton with a passably pretty face. A buxom look was what many desired in the north, it was a sign of fertility to boast a full figure, though her mother certainly hadn’t. Even if Arabelle hadn’t been sickly she’d likely have maintained a fairly small overall stature due to the fact that her mother had been a lean woman herself, her stepmother and half-sisters were a fairly different story, however. Even the youngest of the three other princesses boasted a thicker body than she, much to Arabelle’s chagrin.<br/><br/>The young woman forced a warm smile back onto her features at Bellamy’s exasperated apology and she shook her head. “You’ve no need to apologize, my Prince, the Princess was merely offering me a compliment,” she murmured dismissively, turning back to Camile. When she looked at the little girl the corners of her eyes crinkled and an artificial smile became more authentic. “Besides, a single compliment from a fellow beautiful young woman is worth a thousand from a man who knows nothing of true beauty. I consider myself honored to have been bestowed with a title such as pretty from such a charming young lady,” she commented pleasantly, reaching out to gently brush her thumb over the young girl’s cheek before she stood to her full height again. The tension in the room was shattered, and Arabelle looked considerably more relaxed than she had at the start of their interactions. A pleasant look graced her features as the prince gave them a politely worded queue for dismissal. She glanced back at her brother to offer the silent question of what he wished to do.<br/><br/>Everett looked more than perturbed at the news of what exactly their ambassador had been chatting up the local staff with whilst he’d been here alone. He’d certainly be bringing up the insults to the royal family with his father the next time he conversed with him, but until then there wasn’t much he could do. Frederick had been dismissed upon news of their departure from Helimore and he was likely already settled comfortably back into his luxurious home within the capital. Everett would see to it that he didn’t hold his charmed position for much longer if he had any say in the matter.<br/><br/>The prince glanced upwards at Arabelle and his gaze softened slightly at her questioning look. He nodded his head responsively before turning his attention back to the Luc family. “It was truly a pleasure to meet you all, and I look forward to getting to know all of you better during our time here,” he paused stepping forwards and offering his sister his arm, which she gladly took hold of, before turning his gaze onto Bellamy. “Tonight I’d have an evening of rest, but tomorrow I’m sure both my sister and I would like to explore your grounds just a bit. After we’ve dined in our rooms come morning would you be interested in showing us around your home, Prince Bellamy?” Following the prince’s response, Everett smiled, dipping his head silently in response before bidding the family good evening and turning, escorting his sister from the throne room with her hand delicately draped over his arm.