The king smiled. "We are here to talk of peace and of a new future. You must not remember that fateful meeting. Your father and I were going to sign the betrothal papers when it all went sour." He leaned back in his bed. "It must have been a shock when Gavin approached you with the papers. Have you seen Diane?" The king sat up a bit. "You did sign the papers, didn't you?"<br/><br/>It was starting to be obvoius that the king, as had Diane, mistook Deston's congradulations to mean Tansen. Confusion clouded the old man's face as he tried to figure out why the Prince wasn't more excited about the upcoming nuptials.<br/><br/>*************<br/><br/>Gavin smiled, "I will be honored if you applied the unguent. I think the braid suits me. I may never take it down." He winked at her, continuing to eat. He enjoyed looking good for her. It was such a little thing, wearing a braid. He truly felt handsome around her.