((*stretches the RP muscle*))<br/><br/>For once it had been HonorÃ© that been laid back and watching, not ValÃ¨re. It was impossible for anyone to tell them apart. Including their own mother. Which was part of the reason they shared the title. The other reasons were more...personal. She lifted the fur hood from her head, and let the fur slide off her body, only to be caught by a waiting attendant servant who moved as if her life depending upon it, treating the animal skin coat with as much care as a child. HonorÃ© paid absolutely no mind to the slave, simply expecting it to be done. A regal air about her person that showed despite their 'status' in the delegates, she had no cause for fear or unworthiness.<br/><br/>Straightening the length of her gown, she continued to look about the room, remaining silent for the moment as her frosty blue gray eyes moved over each person in the room, pausing to store the information somewhere in the back of her mind for later perusal. As her head turned the delicate braids of her hair that looped around the nape of her neck moved up and over her shoulder to fall gently at her breasts before falling back in place as her gaze came back to it's starting point. It was a unique hairstyle that drew attention to the admirably statuesque brunettes. Both she and her sister shared the same hair style.<br/><br/>Clothing, they differed only slightly, HonorÃ© opting for a slightly less austere manner of dress. The dress was lower cut than ValerÃ©, showing off what her sister conserved, a nice generous but not overly abundant C cup. It was not to be considered scandalous, it fit to her form. While she was no warrior woman to be covered with unsightly muscle, her form had not given over to fat like many woman. Once at her hip, the dress was stopped by a slender corded belt of gold, trimmed with precious droplet gems, before falling to the floor in elegant folds.<br/><br/>But when Lady Masako's 'creature' spoke, an elegant frown of distaste rippled across her lips, although only her sister could possibly tell it not a frown of surprise that she had painted upon her face in response. But before she could or would say anything in return, a jeu de paume batting conversation between the being, the prince and the lady began. The riding crop that HonorÃ© carried in one hand was clenched as the only visible sign of aggravation. Was the 'Lady' really that stupid? She was going to completely ruin any hope that Goldspar had of using this situation to its advantage. Personally, she was rather surprised that the prince didn't simply lock away or banish the 'Lady' for her blatant disregard of the rules of engagement at a diplomatic meeting. After all, they were being hosted by the prince, he had the right to situate everything to his liking. Including forms of conduct. But that surprise only showed with a lift of her eyebrow. She'd had such hopes for the conduct of the prince. Hopefully he was simply trying to be diplomatic and wasn't simply weak.<br/><br/>No wonder no one wanted anything to do with this whole mess; no matter their urge for power. For now, it was simply to watch and wait.