Morigan watched with feigned horror, eyes on the creature before her father. She could hear the difficulty he had speaking, and idly wondered if they had a language of their own. Her thoughts, however, were disturbed by the words the thing was speaking. Her grey eyes snapped up to watch her fathers' face, aware of the calculating look in his eyes. She was lucky she had not inherited that look, elsewise, all would know when she was plotting. As the men stood and gave their arguments, she watched the proceedings under her lashes, head lowering as if in revulsion. Her act was well practiced; one of the guards touched her shoulder gently, to comfort the poor, sweet girl in the horrible proceedings.<br/><br/><i>Yes, it's a reasonable sacrifice...</i>she thought idly, listening to the men list their grievances and requirements. However, during Baron Gregors' additions, Duke Aston rose. She had flirted with his son, and yes, he himself, shamelessly many a time, using her feminine wiles to learn their secrets. She couldn't help the slight look of disgust on her face at his behavior; however, she directed it at the dirty mongrel sullying her -<i>my fathers',</i>hall. She knew what was expected of her. Disgust, dismay, revulsion, fear. She managed all of those just fine. She even thought of her deepest, darkest fear, out of consideration for the beasts sense of smell. He was an animal, and animals smelled fear.<br/><br/>When her father banished Aston from Court, she rose slightly, hands wringing, fetching his cup to him. "Your Grace, drink, please. You are upset." she murmured, her soft, feminine voice hidden beneath the roar of the crowd. The Nobility had begun arguing in earnest, which was sure to draw her fathers' wrath.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>