Lenally couldn't help but smile a little at the tone of her mother's voice. It was one of the few times she wanted to thank her, because she could hear the timber of her tone. Erin had crossed a boundary by touching her, and her mother did not like anyone laying a hand on her children without asking permission first. Lenally felt a little guilty for having fought with her mother as she had on their trip, even though she did not regret making her position on an arranged marriage clear. Her ass still smarted from it a little but she could at least sit down now.<br/><br/>Lenally too looked about the castle, more interested in any weapons she might see hanging ceremoniously. Or she admired any works of art that piqued her interested, studying them while walking as she felt her heart pounding in her chest. Soon, very soon, they would all be before the Queen of Theiri. She would soon also be before the Crown Prince, and from the sounds of things, her soon-to-be intended. She did her best to stop a scowl.<em>If that bastard tries to kiss me, I'm going to punch him in his dick!</em>, Lenally thought to herself, a small smile of satisfaction crossing her lips.<br/><br/>She looked at Henrik out of the corner of her eyes, wondering what he was thinking. There had been mention of a princess, one whom Lenally wanted to meet. She wanted to talk to someone who felt like she did, someone who was also a woman. But Henrik would always be her favorite, most trusted friend above all others.<br/><br/>Once inside the throne room, Lenally saw the Queen. A young looking woman, hard to figure out her age. But while she was indeed very attractive, Lenally's attention went instead to the young man seated beside her. The young man with green eyes, blonde hair, and a cunning expression. That would be the man she'd heard of on the journey. The Crown Prince of Theiri, Prince Gerrard himself. She could barely hide her scowl.