Edward smiled at his daughter. His eyes shone with slight mirth as he said, "We shall see... After all, beauty is in the eye of the beholder." A gust rocked the corridor, carrying a spray of rainwater towards them. He winced as moisture washed over him, putting his arm over his daughter's shoulders and steering her forward. "Now, remember your manners. You better not try any of your staring contests, it is disrespectful for a lady to do such things. And your brother... he should be somewhere around... no doubt following the princess around." He sniffed.<br/><br/>Allen, his foster son. He was sent back to the castle, as a servant after a civil war between the lieges after the King fell. Little Allen, was, much different than he was now. He used to cross mock swords with Antoinette and when they were older, a small bit of horse-riding. But now, the boy had left for the castle and stayed there ever since...<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Allen grudgingly accepted the towel muttering a barely audible "thank you" to Cecilia. The moment he had finished drying himself the best he could, he left bitterly for a change of clothes, thrusting the sword at his butler as he did so.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>"Me? I'm fine, you will be fine," Kyle laughed heartily at Taya's question, picking up his coat from the marble. "Perhaps I should visit the study again, I wish to check out additional books."