Argent was just starting to show the angel around the (second) bathhouse when she felt the kings presence sweep over her. It made her smile, just faintly, like the warmth and reassurance of a blanket in the cold. But she could also sense the question in it. He was looking for her.<br/><br/>Was she taking too long? She didn't want to make her king mad by being gone from her place at hide side too long.<br/><br/>"My rooms are in the royal wing, a guard will be able to show you. You are welcome as long as you don't break anything. Or sleep on my bed." She made a face, both from the thought of someone taking her bed and because she was a little close to giving orders. "I have to go. If I'm permitted I will look for you later".<br/><br/>With that she gave a slight bow and took her leave. She wasn't sure where her king had gone but she let her feet walk and knew they'd take her back to him. Finding herself at a familiar (at least of late) door she let herself in. Her king, however, was not beset by generals in need of his weapon but of deomnesses looking for royal favor.<br/><br/>She gave a rueful smile in his direction, figuring from what she'd seen that he was trying to work and being bothered rather than tempted. Carefully the soul in white and silver silks stepped around the two ladies (careful not to touch) and gave a small bow to her king. "I felt your summons your highness. I'm sorry my task took so long. The angel didn't want to play and Someone filled the first bathhouse with roses and it wasn't useable."  She gave an unhappy sigh, apology in the lines of her body as she looked down to the desk. "Did you need me your highness?" She asked after another beat, tilting her head to one side in question.<br/><br/>If the movement happened to make her hair fall away from the Kings jeweled collar around her neck then it was totally accidental. She wasn't reminding the other girls that there was a hierarchy to the kings affections and until he took a queen, if he ever did, she would have her place at the top.<br/><br/>It wasn't that at all. Not. At. All. She was a pure soul. She could get into a lot of trouble for feeling pride or vanity. She had to keep very careful about letting that sort of thing.