As Henrik walked by and she started to follow, she felt the subtle brush against her shoulder. She was grateful for it, one more taunt and she was going to end up being whipped before a foreign court. At that moment she wasn't really concerned, she wanted nothing more than to change into her real clothes and make the people in this room realize that just because she was a young woman didn't mean she couldn't fight as well as a man.<br/><br/>She remembered again, and said as if a mantra in her mind, the promise that he'd made to sneak her out into the city. She looked forward to it. But first, she was curious to meet the Princess here. The one who felt like she did. The one who seemed to hate dresses, and fancy events.<br/><br/>She also wanted to speak more with San. He was fascinating, and she enjoyed petting Eyes as well. She couldn't quite make out why she found San so fascinating, but she definitely had a mind to speak to him again.<br/><br/>She avoided the gaze of the courtiers as they were paraded to the Queen's throne room behind her family, making sure to stay close to Henrik.