Sofia widened her eyes in shock. "I would never think of it. If she drops dead, it  is because of some other reason other than me." Sofia had heard seen horses literally drop dead because of being overworked. "I prefer riding with the saddle your highness." At least she gets to ride, but Sofia can't help but grumble mentally at the fact she has to ride side saddle due to wearing a dress. On the other side she gets to be shown the riding trails around the palace by the princess herself. That would make her mother incredibly happy and it helps to make Sofia and Liliana closer.<br/><br/><br/>Quietly Anna follows along with the rest of the noble head of house holds. When she spots the King taking the Queen's hand she felt a twang of jealousy. Her Alexi would do such a thing before he was killed by a group of slayers. Which had swiftly met their end at point of her own fangs. Never does that emotion make it to her face. Like all great power seekers she only lets what she wants to see to be seen. She takes a look at the laid out pipes as she takes a seat, which had been arranged and loose circles so that every one could be seen at once. Long thin things that aren't native to England. The though comes to her mind about lighting one up herself, but she doesn't in case Thothcapel decides to follow the common trend these days and take the ladies to a smaller drawing room for themselves after the king makes his speech. The smell of the smoke makes her long for a hookah.<br/><br/>Anna wonders what type of tactic's her competitors while use in bid for the throne. Regardless of what happens she still has the Russian court to fall back to. The only real concern is what would happen to Sofia's Italian home. It would crush Sofia to lose her little hide away.