That uncomfortable feeling of being watched settled over Olivia like a shadow and her eyes started to subtly flicker around the room, trying to find her observer. For a moment her gaze settled upon a rather handsome man, who seemed wholly disinterested in his food, although he seemed as equally disinterested in her. There was something in his eyes, a keen intellect and cold, calculating cunning that seemed to draw her attention to him for a moment, although she couldn’t be sure it was him. There were simply too many predators in the room, eyeing off their prey with ravenous hunger and his attention at the very least seemed elsewhere. The thought that perhaps she was being paranoid never crossed her mind; premeditation and planning were all vital but instinct was even more so when events transpired beyond the control of careful planning.<br/><br/>Her scrutiny was soon interrupted when she heard, just barely from the opposite side of the table, a startled servant exclaim “Prince Volpen? Is that you?” She flashed a quick glance down in the direction of the voice, although there were simply too many in the way for her to see. Prince Volpen? Alive, and here of all places? With fate comes irony it would seem, she mused to herself, although her thoughts were soon interrupted when Lorenso passed the book to her.<br/><br/>“His lesser known writings extend on a range of topics,” Lorenso informed her with a charming smile. “This was one of his first.” She eyed the cover off as she picked up the book in her hands for a moment, before sliding it back across the table with a polite smile. “I wonder how it would seem for a Lady of the Court to be seen with a book detailing so provocative a subject,” she replied before admitting, “I still know nothing of such things.” She had still yet to find someone who lived up to her lofty standards, let alone be touched by them and desirable qualities were in short supply in Nydewia. The Royal Prince Volpen, with his kind and compassionate nature struck her as cut from a different cloth than the rest but she had always found her gaze drawn towards women and Volpen was exiled in the end anyway.<br/><br/>“You’re welcome to come to my private library and borrow whatever you would like,” she said, causing her to smile before adding “Would you like to come visit after dinner?” Her smile never faltered as she once again allowed her gaze to wonder over to Juliette, fighting back what almost became a faint blush as she used those few precious seconds to take her all in once again. Somehow she had seemed to grow even more beautiful since the last time she had looked just minutes ago. “My apologies, Sir Lorenso, but I am afraid that your Royal Princess has requested my company after dinner,” she said politely, finally drawing her gaze back.<br/><br/>As the conversation wore on Lorenso asked “May I ask what your role is? Surely something of refinement?” clearly noting the not too subtle differences between her and her fellow Nydewians. She held many titles, each of great importance, though she chose to settle for simply replying with a warm and disarming smile “I am an advisor to His Imperial Majesty.”<br/>