The young princess smiled, a touch of red coming to her cheeks as Lance looked her over as though examining a fine piece of art. His gaze was thoroughly penetrating, and it headed little Arabelle directly within her core. What a pleasant sensation. Bellamy was her betrothed, and even he hadn’t gazed upon her in such a manner when he first came into her direct line of sight. He’d seemed disinterested in her, if not exceedingly polite and kind; Arabelle wouldn’t have blamed him had he found her uninteresting. She wasn’t aware of his proclivity towards men, of course, but even with the general assumption that he was interested in the warmth of a woman she certainly wasn’t most men’s first choice. She was a pretty thing, but frail and sickly from a lifetime of continued illness, she wasn’t the first choice of most men, in fact, she was rather repulsive to many and she’d grown used to that fact.<br/><br/>Lance, though, seemed thoroughly fascinated. It was a rather new position for her to be in, and she smiled warmly as he bowed deeply before her and reached out to take a hold of her delicate hand. He pressed a gentle kiss on her knuckles, looking up into her eyes where she held his gaze steadily. “That is quite the compliment, my Lord. I thank you,” she murmured politely, the corners of her lips remaining quirked upwards in a smile. Bellamy was quick to break the trance between them, however, initiating the commencement of their tour. Everett relaxed considerably as the Gaulian prince interjected within the interaction. He’d have to have a little chat with his dearest twin later about potential repercussions of infidelity, it would seem. The Princess was clearly taken by the young lord, and the attention he was already beginning to offer her. He understood the desire to have something he could never possibly obtain, perhaps he could offer some sort of advice or solace to the woman.<br/><br/>“We shall begin, my Prince,” Arabelle said agreeably as she once again lifted her parasol to abdominal height with one hand, the other draping elegantly over the first as she shifted her attention onto Bellamy. “I could hardly even rest last night due to my excitement for this tour, Prince Bellamy. I’m beyond thrilled to have the opportunity to see the rest of your beautiful home in such good company,” she commented cheerfully, flashing a sweet smile over at Lance before the four of them began to make their way off down the hall, following in Bellamy’s footsteps.<br/><br/>The stroll just behind the prince gave Everett ample opportunity to examine the man. Despite his unholy urges, the northern prince had never worked up enough bravery to actually bed a man, but he wondered if being this close to such a beauty would push him over the edge. Not that Bellamy would be the one he ended up falling between the sheets with, as far as Everett was concerned he was completely off limits in any real sense. He’d not break his sister’s trust in such an irreparable way as to steal away her fiance, even if that man didn’t end up being the one in the room that the young princess had eyes for.