Lenally's attention was drawn to the gentleman who stepped forward, as she watched his efforts to diffuse the tense situation that had developed. She sighed inwardly, however, glad that the fool had managed to slip out safely to avoid being at risk. She hoped that Henrik as well as her parents could be proud of her for being so bold yet so proper. It was against every fiber of her being.<br/><br/>She would most definitely need that promised trip into the city to calm herself down. It was enough that she was still in a dress as it was, being jeered at by courtiers and taunted publicly. But at least it seemed for the moment that the tension was becoming lessened, as the man went about speaking of battles and showing every courtesy due a king or prince. She watched him closely as he spoke to her brother after having formally greeted her father.<br/><br/>She perked up hearing talk of a fight, moving closer fascinated, and wanting to hear more. She couldn't truly believe that this man and Omar had fought at one point and that now he wanted to shake hands. She knew her brother would more than likely do so out of courtly politeness if nothing else, but he could easily refuse the handshake. Still, she moved closer, looking at Lorenso curious. She always respected good fighters, and always tried to find ways to learn from any fighter she would meet. As her brother had taught her many times, it is of the greatest importance that you study both enemies and friends as well as their techniques. It can give you the edge you would need to claim victory on the heat of a vicious battle.<br/><br/>Lenally couldn't help grinning at the very thought of fighting so valiantly, wishing for that very day.