Pavel guided his love through the halls, almost feeling as if they were heading for their death march. But with his wife by his side, he could -- and would face any fate. He did not even pass a cursory glance at Princess Ingrid's door, unaware of the storm of attraction and emotion that was churning behind it. As far as he knew, the 'other' Romanov couple were already down greeting the guests. Stepping into the dining hall, Liz's hand proudly tucked into the curve of his arm, his lips curled up into a smirk.<br/><br/>"It seems that *some* do not appreciate my seating arrangements," Pavel commented to his lady love. "How rude," he chuckled, the sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Especially after I put so much thought into it." It was clear that Lord Brogin, and his more 'vehement' followers were more than a little put out that they would not be sitting at the Czar's table. Looking around the room futher, his eyebrows climbed when he realized that their co-conspirators were nowhere to be seen. "Hmmmm, I wonder where our General is?" he asked, drawing Liz's attention to the distinct lack of their Alexei.