Iago had heard the princess speak before, though hearing her voice come out of the soft footsteps that had approached him caught him off guard. He did not know what he’d done to catch her attention and cause her to break from her carefully orchestrated and puppet-like steps, but the thought that he had brought a faint smile to his lips. Instead of addressing her directly, he feigned ignorance at who had approached him from behind, choosing instead to fall back on his lessons as a child, speaking in high elven, a language used only in poetry and history anymore. With the gentle cadence of a soft breeze, he recited part of a poem, as if to add to his mysterious allure. He could tell from the question she asked him that she was unaware of his identity.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">“I cannot look up to the naked skies<br/>
Because a sorrow on a dark midnight lies,<br/>
Death, on the living world of sense;<br/>
Because on my own land a shadow lies<br/>
That may not rise;<br/>
Because from bare grey hillside and rich city<br/>
Streams of uncomprehending sadness poor,<br/>
Thwarting the eager spirit's pure intelligence. . .<br/>
How look those cold and solitary stars<br/>
On these magnificent, cruel wars?”</span>​</div><br/>As the last of the words fell from his lips, he turned, a well rehearsed look of mild surprise showing in his eyes as he bowed low at the waist, prim and proper as he switched back to the imperial tongue.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“Forgive me your highness, I was unaware as to who it was that stands behind me.” </span>but there was still a relaxed calm about him as he straightened up, glancing back at the sky one last time as though reluctant to leave whatever conversation he’d been having with the stars in their eternal dance.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“The night is indeed a blessed time. Tonight more than others. Though i am reluctant to admit that it was not the palace or it’s view of the city that held my attention.”</span>once more he could not help but feel how much of a shame it would be when she was publicly executed for her father's crimes. But it could not be helped. The people needed a scapegoat, and with any luck the king would die here, tonight. That meant just finishing off the remaining noble families after the explosion, and their armies. Than Iago would ascend to the throne.<br/><br/>He would have to be careful not to reveal his identity before the time was right, having no intention of turning the girl sour on him. Pleasant conversation and if he could swing it, a bit of a dance would have to do for now. It just after ten o’clock. he had to stall for nearly an hour, but he also needed to convince her to stay by him, and it seemed that the air of mystery he’d cultivated would be to his benefit in that regard.