Queen Lyssa continued to enjoy her food, surveying the events of the dinner. Her soft eyes searched the room, like a lighthouse on a foggy night, occasionally stopping on something of interest. Her lips were curled into a pleasant smile, as a Queen often had to do. The Aserits and Nydewians did nothing, although most men in the dining hall had their hands resting on some kind of weapon. Fake smiles and piercing stares were the chosen weapons of the night; both of which Lyssa was exceptionally skilled at.<br/><br/>"If all of us here would receive the other parties kindly, my King," Lyssa began, "then there would be no need for peace talks. The Nydewians are no strangers to both Theiri and Aserit alike, and surely have a hand in our future." she replied sweetly, before slipping a small, round grape into her mouth. Her words flowed like a gentle river, almost capable of lulling somebody to sleep. Her late husband had never won any arguments against her, for all of his wisdom. Or maybe it was exactly his wisdom that told him to stop arguing?<br/><br/>The visit by the Aserit prince had caught Lyssa by surprise, though her face remained as pleasant as ever. A soft blush had spread over her cheeks from the wine, making her look even younger than she usually did.<br/><br/>"If it pleases you, prince. You should be cautious," she answered with a caring tone, "the most beautiful flowers in my garden are the most poisonous." Lyssa concluded with a wry smile as Omar walked away.<br/><br/>"Lorenso," Lyssa called for the first sword, a surprisingly firm tone emerging from the lips of the fragile beauty. She motioned for him to join her side with a brief finger gesture.