Dawn's eyes had taken in the sight of her people, her guards, her handmaidens. The first of her handmaidens she felt more of an attachment to then the others, Lira seemed to almost understand the world she had come from. She wanted, one day, to have more private time with the beauty.<br/><br/>Her attention was called away though, when Connal, the head of her guard moved forward to take her hand, he was the man she had spent over ten years dreaming about, and the man who insisted she was Caer, his long lost love who had died centuries ago. It made her uneasy, to have more expectations upon her, more she had to be, for him, for the Seelie, for the sidhe. But part of her heart was given to the man. His laugh made her breath catch and her eyes for a moment caught on his. They had a deep attachment, one that honestly scared her at moments. She was suppose to love him utterly and completely, but she didn't know if that was Caer who loved him now or Dawn.<br/><br/>"Don't worry so, I will be the Princess tonight, I will not fail you." she glanced around the room. "Any of you."<br/><br/>And she wouldn't. Her eyes lit upon Fionn as he moved from behind Connal with a laugh and at the wink a smile quirked her lips slightly, his compliment earning a soft laugh.<br/><br/>"Well, I shall do you all proud at least then no?" Fionn was the one who made her laugh most often, the most at ease with things it seemed, or at least the most able to make jokes that appealed to her humor. Though her own sense of wry wit seemed to leave some of her guards rather confused and flustered at times. She would use the fact that she had been raised by American's, outside the sidhe to her advantage though, she didn't have to observe quiet the same rules and could be a touch more blunt then them. She knew how to dance politics with the best of them and could have been the perfect sidhe lady in her way of speech. But why? She would only blend in more and her raising was what made her her.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were drawn from her as she caught sight of Roarke in the back. He was dressed in all black, with his pipes with him. She shivered slightly, remembering the power of his music, of his voice. She recognized the look in his eyes before he bowed to her and she smiled, he always seemed to call her Princess, she wanted to be more then that to him, but she sensed that was what he needed her to be. Dawn inclined her head to him and smiled to all of them. "Shall we go then?"<br/><br/>She offered up both of her hands, and gestured toward the door slightly with a smile. It was time to go. "Lets just hope I don't have to dance with the devil this night..." she murmured to herself, her thoughts going back to her first night in the court when her father had made her dance with him. She never wanted to feel his hands upon her flesh again.