As she watched the situation with the young royal, HonorÃ¨ felt a migraine coming on, and began to massage her temples. These people didnât need anyone else to screw things up for them; they were doing a fine job themselves. As she moved her fingers in their soothing circular motions, she bent her head, only to stare at the horrifying meat.<br/><br/>Thankfully, the princess spoke and she had an excuse to look up. âYes, of course, your Highness.â At the rate the evening was going, she was going to end up pleading off her walk with the Prince. She really needed the freedom of a hunt, or at least a ride. Perhaps at least feeding Gawain his night meal would make her feel better. Sheâd not felt so superfluous at any point in her life previous to this. For once, it was with gratitude that she watched Lady Masako perform a faux pas, setting a precedent.<br/><br/>"Yes, perhaps the day was a bit much for us all." If their rooms were ready, HonorÃ¨ thought she might indeed retire to them in preparation for her walk with the Prince. She needed to be in decent quality for that tÃªte Ã  tÃªte.  In the morning though, she would have to go riding for at least a bit, to get her normal energy back.