The grounds had been beautifully decorated. No doubt the servants of the castle had worked hard to prepare everything for the festivities. It only saddened Olivia that they had to work on this holy day. Brown eyes wondered about the green as Olivia followed her older sister, a step behind her, and a step before her ladies. Perhaps it had been presumptuous of Olivia to place herself so close to Emanuela, but she didn't care. Olivia was here to support her sister, and nothing else.<br/><br/>Emanuela's curtsey prompted Olivia to dip into her own, head bowed meekly looking to the thick grass. Toes wiggled inside slippers as she had to resist the urge to remove them and feel the grass with bare feet. It was one of her favorite sensations. The straightening of her sister brought Olivia to rise as well, finally giving the king a once over. Well, he wasn't ugly. And he seemed to have eyes only for Emanuela. It warmed her to know and she spared a glance to Emanuela, taking in her flushed appearance. A smile pulled at dainty lip corners. This was certainly something to tease Emanuela over later, in private.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Lady Olivia, how are you being treated in my court?''</span><br/><br/>Oh! But she hadn't expected to be addressed by the King personally. Not with so many others to want for his attention, anyway. She had to be careful. One misstep could potential stain her sister's reputation. The smile upon her face widened, crinkling the corners of her eyes and she gave another dip of her head for him. "Well, Your Majesty. Thank you." More so now then ever she was aware of her heavy accent. "I am grateful for your union in more ways than one." Slow words were chosen careful as she weighed what she was saying before speaking. "It has granted me a certain..." A pause as color spread over the apples of cheeks. Olivia floundered for a moment, looking to Emanuela as she searched for the correct wording. "<span style="font-style: italic">Anonimia</span>," Brows furrowed and lips turned down gently before pale face brightened into another smile, the English counterpart to her Italian coming to her. "Anonymity...I can observe and learn in peace" A humbling curtsy. "Forgiveness for my clumsy words." Perhaps he understood what she meant?<br/><br/>Olivia fell silent as the King introduced his young friend. She was pretty! And had a lively little twinkle to her dark eyes. Catalina. She had heard that name in court. Not that Olivia had eavesdropped! That would be rude.<span style="font-style: italic">But</span>she had tried to perfect her English by listening to the noble ladies gossiping. Spoken of as a talented musician. That alone had piqued Olivia's interest. Well established in the English court, and seemingly single. It would be nice to make a few friends. Not that Olivia was growing tired of Emanuela, she could never! But she could never truly hope to assimilate if she kept herself distant. And Olivia wished to be accepted here, in England. To help cast Emanuela in a good light.<br/><br/>When it was acceptable for Olivia to leave her sister's side, she did so, making her way towards the dark haired Princess. "Princess Catalina! It is a pleasure to meet you." An appropriate nod for the woman as fingers ran across the embroidered stitching along one of her ivory sleeves. Olivia was nervous. "I am Olivia, Principessa della Italy." The Italian of her title rolled off her tongue much easier than her English had. "I've heard much good things..." Wait, that was incorrect. "Many. Many good things about you."