<span style="font-family:Amaranth">There was hurt in her eyes as she recognized him, those bitter words cutting deeply, however she kept herself from speaking, she didnt say a word to him not around these strangers. He thought so poorly of her. What did he thing happened that night, however when Hammond spoke out against Emily, Dia was ready to scream at the man but Emily raised her brow. Looking at both the elves and then the knight. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"Tell me. What do you know about her? What do you know about me? Stories, judgement. I follow her for the same reason you follow the stable boy. She is not what you think she is." </span>Her eyes held a sadness to see so much hate. She disliked the people here, but Dia was not one that they should be focusing their anger on. She bowed her head. "You should be more weary ood the judgements you cast, lest you become as low as the one you see as an enemy. " With that comment she turned away. From the stories and the look in Dia's eyes she had put together who the hooded figure was. She walked away after Dia who was obviously struggling emotionally. <br/>
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Once in her room Dia felt her body start to shake as she began to cry. She hadn't cried in a long time, not from emotional pain.  She collapsed to her knees and began to bawl. The cruel words he had snapped at her, they dark eyes that held such hate. It was more than she could bare after having him ripped away from her. She wanted nothing to do with the meeting, she didn't want to see him again. It hurt, it was too much even for her. Emily only watched not able to console the young woman. It was hard for her to even build up the courage to face him after what he had said. She finally pushed herself to stand, not sure how the meeting was going outside, she didn't want to know. She knew her father wouldn't grovel, he was too prideful. Yet this meeting seemed a dud in her mind<br/>
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Emily stood behind Dia watching her walk to the bed where she fell into the pillows. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">"If you do not face him, he will never know what happened. Isn't it obvious that he is not aware of what happen Dia, that you've been waiting all thses years?" </span>She tried to encourage Dia. Dia sat up and looked at the elven girl. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Did they really think you were a slave? Am I truly that hated by Aedus? He would ever think of me like my father?"</span> She wiped the tears but they continued. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">"Did he not know me at all?" </span>She whispered through a broken voice. Emily only frown at seeing Dia this way. Letting out a huff she walked out of the room and down the hall. Leaving Dia to fight this conflict. <br/>
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King Steven have his large smile.  <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"Welcome! I Am glad to see you came. It means that my kingdoms pleas have actually aroused some kind hearts.</span> He placed his hand over his chest. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">"Now as much as I would love to chat there is matters that must be attended to for my court, butI all you to stay as my honored guests for the next few nights while we go over the details of this relationship. </span>Even as Aedus' hood came down not once did Steven show the fear that had began to eat at him. He knew what he had done, even worse was this man knew his true colors, in the worst way. <br/>
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Emily walked to the kitchens to find that the King had invited the mage and his companions for supper. She wondered how long the King would play dumb. She also wondered how long Aedus would let his wild imagination play tricks. She wanted to help , but even het own kind looked down on her for being there.  What was she supose to do? Her mind didnt save her ffom torture and death, that was Dia. Dia gave her a real bed, real clothes and kept her more like a close friend than a servant.  She only usted that title to appease her cruel husband. She sighed and wandered from the kitchens to the gardens to fetch something.</span>