Martin's eyes followed her for just a fraction of a moment, before he flicked them to stab sternly, decidedly forward; away from anything and everything, as it should be. Somehow his face remained clear, but that wasn't for a lack of emotion for once.<br/><br/>The door thundered open and the group trooped inside. The King was there, but it was the two nobles whom were speaking; she telling him a story, and he laughing outrageously at it. Even when it wasn't very funny, which seemed to be most of the time. The King smiled and wandered along behind, speaking with an aide - a young female one, naturally! - and possibly working, or possibly just trying his luck.<br/><br/>The woman of the group was middle aged, and trying impossibly hard to deny it; hoping that inch-thick makeup might make her pretty again. Indeed before she managed to smile, Janica met a venomous stab of spite in the womans features that, though fleeting, was very much her gut reaction.<br/><br/>The man, on the other hand, fit her imaginings perfectly. He looked more like a ball than a man, with a suit that oddly managed to stick to him even where he curved impossibly. He had a red face, and jolly features, but that didn't detract from his awkward shape and the state of his wispy, gray hair.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>