*Continued from Castle Theiri / Private Rooms* (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=119223.0)<br/><br/>King Aserit’s mouth fell open as he saw the lady-buffoon leading his younger son back to his seat by her arm, the same way Archi himself was leading his wife. Not only did this allowed-idiot play the girl to his daughter, now she was playing the man to his son!<br/><br/>Unforgivable.<br/><br/>This time, however, Archibald elected to hold his tongue rather than rail against the Fool, at least until she was within arms reach. His arm tightened around Minerva’s slightly as he brought himself up to the table. He waited for the trumpets to sound, the royal crier to announce His Royal Presence, but thus far he was once more disappointed.<br/><br/>When The King and Queen reached the table, King Archi caught sight of the Blind Swordsman in Henrik’s employ. Lord, but how he was dressed! The colors were so audaciously loud, something like a pastel shade of salmon, overlaid with bright yellow lace and a bright, nearly glowing green cravat. All working down to powder blue pants and brilliant red suede shoes. Was he some sort of blind, fashion savant? The King viewed this as a challenge, but tried not to rush to conclusions. It seemed unlikely that the blind man had selected these clothes himself.<br/><br/>“Good evening, children.” King Archi said to Omar, Henrik and Lenally, sitting at the table near the far wall of the room, facing toward the stage. “Shall we be feasted, or are we relegated to sitting her listening to our stomachs growl? What is this, wine? I’ll need something stronger if I’m to watch a bloody children’s show while I feast. Do you art lovers distill brandy here?”<br/>