Princess Aria smiled as she felt her Captain's eyes on her. She knew he watched her, she knew they all watched her. She could only hope they understood her. She wasn't entirely new to the royal political arena, but she was new to making treaties and such. She could only hope her decisions were seen as for the good of all, and that they were not for naught. She stood there for the moment thinking of what she had to do. Her eyes scanning the room, watching those who mingled and moved. She saw Adham moving away from them all and Roarke and Shar so close together. A small smirk crossed her lips, knowing that you could take the man out of the dark but could never take the dark from the man.<br/><br/>When Keith stepped up next to her and bowed she awarded him a shimmering smile with a small curtsy in return.<br/><br/><strong> "Not at all, my Captain."<br/></strong><br/>She took the wine and then offered a free hand to him in turn. She knew he moved with such fluidity that dancing with him would be like dancing on, well air. Which was befitting of the guard. After all, he was the holder of such a gift.<br/><br/>Aria could not help but wonder about the others and think that she had little time to give her attentions to everyone, mayhaps the Goddess would extend their night to allow for such introductions and revelry. She stepped into Keith's dance space and waited for him to lead. Her mind was fluttering every which direction leaving her unfocused on the man before her, and moreso on everyone else. Through it all she retained her look of nobility and regal grace, ever the beautiful Princess, ever full of grace and perfection, or as close to it as she could fake.  It was a hard job, but someone had to do it. Her cousin seemed to be falling apart left, right, and center and part of her felt bad for the young Princess, but another part of her was glad of it. It made her lead in the game that much easier.