Eurich emitted a quiet laugh and pulled a comfertable chair. A nicely aged dark wood chair with arms and soft cushions.  He reclined on it, allowing his long, slender legs to stretch out and wind around each other. The Prince looked back to the gaggle of women and allowed his hand to come to rest on his palm.  Lighly, he shook it in total agreeance with the boy's earlier non-verbal sentiment.  At least there was someoen who would understand, spoken or unspoken.<br/>________________<br/><br/>"My dears," Lilliana began with the kind of vigor only given to those in love.  "I insist that you accompany the Lady Sophia and I on our ride over the grounds this evening.  There are... things we ought to discu-"  Though it was certainly not courtly decorum, Lilliana allowed her voice to stop mid-word and her lips to part momentarily as she caught sight of the man in question.  He appeared on the outermost edge of the room and her eyes drank him in like thirsty men in a desert.  He was wearing a new set of clothes, different from what he'd worn the night before.  What had attracted her to the appearal earlier was it's exoticness.  But now, in the more flattering nature of European clothing, he looked formed anew.<br/><br/>"Beshrew my heart! The guise of Anglos doth arrange the very air to suit thy brother..." She uttered a quiet whisper and a heavy blush came to her face as she realized what she'd said.  "Oh, I have far too much of my father, My King, in me sometimes..."