Connal took Dawn's hand happily as her father addressed her, making no effort to suppress a smile as the King mentioned her hasty exit from her first ball.  She truly hadn't stayed long, considering it had been her introduction to the Shining Court.  The young, freshly minted royal had been eager to escape the throngs as they eyed her, apprasing her, sizing her up, and Connal had been equally uncomfortable... They had rescued each other, more or less.  She seemed different tonight, however.  It was a good sign; perhaps she was adjusting better than expected.<br/><br/>Connal started to walk along with her as she and the King parted ways, but he allowed her to go on alone when he saw that she intended to speak with Fenrir.  The mere thought of her...<em>flirting...</em>with<em>him...</em>It was enough to make his skin crawl, even if the Goblin King wasn't a full-blooded goblin.  Such behavior should have been left to the Unseelie, as far as Connal was concerned.<br/><br/>Careful to stay mindful of Cerridwyn, he stepped aside and let his eye wander.  For a moment he thought he saw the Unseelie guard, Adham, looking at him, but he turned away as Connal glanced at him.  He was an unusual one, Connal decided.  Awfully dutiful-looking, a little out of place among the Unseelie.<br/><br/>Shrugging it off, he glanced around behind him, looking for the other guards.  Fionn was there, but Roarke was... not?  Hmm.  He was surely making his way through the crowd somewhere.  He was a crafty one, to be sure, but obviously devoted to his princess.  Connal was still a little unsure of a half-breed Unseelie as Cerridwyn's guard, but everyone seemed comfortable with it, apparently even the Goddess herself.  He would trust him until given reason otherwise.  Confident that the situation was well enough under control, he relaxed somewhat and began to wander through the crowd as he kept an eye on Cerridwyn.