Lyssa's face was as calm and unreadable as ever as the trio entered the throne room. She wore a pleasant smile, hiding her feelings behind it better than any mask or veil. She had not expected them to arrive with her visitor in chains, but her face showed no hints of surprise. That Juliette Greycastle, her husband's bastard was here too; Lyssa was especially not fond of her, but gave her a warm smile nonetheless. She may hold the title of princess now, but it was only a title in name.<br/><br/>"Release him." she gestured, a slightly annoyed tone to her otherwise gentle voice. Turning to the blind man, she continued to speak. "The<em>princess</em>," she began, with a slightly sarcastic emphasis on the word. "...is still a stranger to these affairs, and not well versed in such matters. I apologize for the rudeness." she finished, bowing her head softly.<br/><br/>The Queen looked at Juliette briefly and smiled. "I thank you for your concern,<em>Princess.</em>This man is not such a fool to kill me here; after all, what good is an assassin if there is no war to fight?"<br/><br/>Returning to matters, Lyssa spoke once more, her hands finding their way to the rose in her hair. "So then, LeChance. How may I help you today?"