Myra looked at him. Then looked back to the advisor. Frowning as he was fuming. He looked ready to explode. You could see it in the eyes even though all you could see on his face was the tension. She didn't like the man. He was evil and gave her the creepy crawlies. She just wished they could be rid of him. Yet he at times had good advise for her father he was usually just trying to start trouble. Least that was her opinion. Martin seemed to be suspicious of the man as well. Maybe if they got more suspicious then her father would listen to reason. Would believe what she had been saying about the man. Maybe. It was a good hope anyways. She looked at him and nodded her head. "Drake is  wise even though he doesn't often talk. When he does it is usually something important." She agreed. Shaking her head. "I think he wishes to cause trouble. I do not think it is merely impatience. He pushes the issue far too much for it to be just a simple case of impatience. Least that is what I have observed. I wish I could do something to help out but I can't. Girls aren't supposed to do men things. Doesn't stop mother though." She said softly. Stifling a giggle at the thought of her mother dressed in her armor and armed with her sword. It was a magnificent sword the one she used. Not the one she trained her with. The blade Excaliber was a treasure handed down through her mother's family. Yet her mother didn't remember much about it.<br/><br/>She blinked a bit. "You might be new Draydon but you are descended from a well revered man. Descended from Lunster Motts. That gives you more pull than you realize. You just need to learn more about things before you start pulling those strings." She said softly. She blinked a bit. Maybe he wasn't royalty but he was the next best thing. He was a mage descended from the only spirit mage known about in history of the land. She heard the growling and bit back another giggle. What awkward timing his stomach had. It was amusing to her. She nodded her head. "We can go get you some food. I am hungry as well now that you mention it. I hadn't eaten anything either." She slid the wall slide back into place. It had a soft inaudible click sound when it went back into place. She looked at him. "You wouldn't have to spy Draydon. If you showed interest in being a part of it I'm almost certain you would be allowed in the room. Me on the other hand the only thing I can do to learn whats going on is to spy."<br/><br/>She blinked a bit. "I'm not breaking any rules if my mother approved of it." She pointed out. Taking his hand and began to guide him through the passages. Not back the way they came though. A different way that led towards the kitchen. She looked at him. "I bet your starving. Well get you lots of food so you can be full. Not too much further." She said softly. She nodded her head. "Yes. Yes it is. It will be exciting to see how well you do in the tournament. I'll be cheering for you the entire time." she said in a soft voice. "I just know you'll do well. I have a feeling swordfighting runs in your blood. Just an odd feeling of mine. Those weird feelings aren't usually wrong." She said honestly. Touching a torch and twisted it. A cabinet grinded out of the way and the lights from the kitchen flooded the tunnel. She took the torch from him and put it out with water. Sliding it into a holder on the wall. Then guided him into the kitchen. Once inside the chef turned and looked at them.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Hu ho. What a pleasure to see you Princess. And your friend as well. Hungry now are you both? Not to worry. Not to worry. I made you all plenty of food and heated up the leftovers from the meal earlier. Come. Come. Have a seat. Enjoy the feast I have placed on the table. I knew you would be coming soon." He said in what sounded like an almost Italian meets Greek accent. He was from a foreign land but had been serving here since he was a young man. He was now a middle aged gentleman of the latter years. He then poured water for them both. "Juice? Wine? Tea? What would the young masters like to drink eh?" He asked in a kind voice.</span><br/><br/>Myra looked at the chef. "Burns I would love some fresh made apple juice if you have any. I so enjoy the taste of the juice you make. It is superb." She then waited as the man poured her a goblet of apple juice. She wasn't big on drinking the alcoholic beverages that her brothers, minus Vincenti, partook in. She looked at Draydon. "Come on. Eat up. The food is beyond divine. It always tastes so moist and flavorful. Chef Burns has been serving her a very long time." She informed him. She then took a seat and smoothed out her dress. Putting the napkin in her lap and waited for Draydon to sit. When he did she spoke again. "I want to watch you warm up if that is okay. It sounds exciting." She said in an honest but hopeful voice.