Arabelle flushed as he reached around her brother’s broad form to take a hold of her hand and bring it upwards to press his lips against her dainty set of knuckles. Everett smiled warmly as he stepped to the side ever so slightly to allow the pair of them to interact. First impressions were rarely a proper thing to base your assumptions of a person on, he’d found in the past, but something about Bellamy touched him in a rather pleasant way. It was likely just the way in which he treated his sister, with a tender understanding of her nerves and lack of education, but in any case, it made him feel rather hopeful for their future relations with Gaule and the Luc family. He rambled on a bit too much then, as noted by his mother, and Everett smiled faintly at the gentle chastising and then straightened himself up a bit more as Bellamy launched into introductions.<br/><br/>Everett dipped his head politely in response to the kings silent greeting, and Arabelle curtsied slightly behind him. They then turned their attention to the lovely queen and Everett nodded in response to her statements. “I’m sure we will find the upcoming days most rejuvenating, Queen Adela.” His sister nodded in tandem with his response, adding in quite cheerfully, “If the little time I spent in my chambers prior to being escorted here was anything to base my assumptions off of, then I must assume that I’ll find myself exceedingly relaxed in my surroundings.”<br/><br/>Next to step forwards was the youngest prince, Bryant was his name they were reminded. Had Everett not found himself with knowledge of the countries customs he’d likely have found himself insulted by a kiss upon the cheek. Such a thing would likely have been considered rather scandalous were it to have been done within his own court, after all. But the young prince didn’t miss a beat. He offered up a slight peck of his own to each of the prince's cheeks as they alternated sides, as was customary in a Gaulian greeting. His sister did the same, though as the prince's lips pressed against her skin the slight rosy tinge that had blossomed there spread slightly and darkened. Clearly, she’d not come into contact with many men before, aside from her brothers, of course, but even then she mostly only saw Everett.<br/><br/>Everett’s lips parted ever so slightly at the youngest male’s compliment and he glanced at his sister in a sidelong way. She looked back at him with slightly raised eyebrows before they both turned back to the family. “Well, I’m not sure about the loveliest pair, but I thank you all the same,” Prince Everett chuckled lowly, shaking his head slightly as he reached up to straighten the lapels of his finely crafted suit jacket carefully. “And I thank you … I’m sure we’ll get along just splendidly,” Arabelle murmured, shifting her gaze over onto the heir of the Luc family and allowing it to linger there.<br/><br/>Arabelle smiled as she turned her gaze over to the littlest princess then. “And you must be the famous Princes Camile, hm? I’ve heard tales of you and your mind-boggling beauty and cunning mind. So far all of them seem to have been beyond truthful,” she commented softly as she curtsied deeply to the daughter. One front that she’d always flourished on was interacting with young children, she was quite skilled at it. Her step-mother frequently commented that if she found herself able to bear children she’d likely be an astonishingly good maternal figure to them. It was something that simply came naturally to the young princess.