Taya smiled. It was a mask to cover the fact that she hates conducting state business. She loves the attention that comes with a large audience of course. She silently thanks Allen for saving her from an akward situation. She rises, the smile on her face still. "Of course. Have you ate? It will be no trouble to to have a luncheon brought up to us." Taya comes to him, standing side to side with him as they head for the study, showing equal rank. It's exciting to think that she'll get to to talk to him one on one, even if it is about personal business matters.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The servants, including the dutiful Cecelia, trail their majesties as the head for the study. If you wouldn't have looked closely, you wouldn't have noticed the slight pinched look on Allen's face. She and the rest of the minor servants blend against a wall, waiting for any potential orders. She wishes she could roll her eyes at how badly the princess is fawning over the prince. If she where him she'd hop right back on the ship that brought her and leave, foreign relations be hanged.</span>