He was handsome, this lord of the Slaugh, of the darkest that the sidhe could hold. And she could not help but find her lips touching slightly with a true smile at the soft one upon his lips. He played politics well, as well as any of the senators she had covered back when she had been a mere human. At his words she shrugged a shoulder, as if she could care less about the importance that had been thrust upon her, as if it were only a trifle. Inwardly she wanted to shriek at fate, to find a way free of a life she didn't want. Even the wonder of the fae did not appear able to weigh out what she had lost, her family, her own life and purpose, she had been happy before the Seelie had plucked her from her mortal life. And her true parents, her human ones, gone forever, mother dead, father missing. No, it was not an equal price.<br/><br/>Her eyes moved with his, looking out at the ballroom for a moment, her body angled to stand close to him, allowing for the intimacy of when he lower his head to hers. In truth the woman in her was very appreciative of the handsome, tall body he had, and she held none of the attitudes that kept others from enjoying the Host Lord's company. To her he was just one more of the fae, not any better or any worse then most. And he was better then her father to be certain.<br/><br/>"I have spoken to him, but men do not often heed the warnings women give. However it is my will that will hold out in the end, for I am the princess and he only a lord." her words held an iron will to it, the fierce spirit that her all American upbringing had instilled in her. It had not affected her too badly, being raised among humans, she was different but then all fae were different. At the words of marks upon her skin she had to hold back a shiver, thoughts coming where they shouldn't about the pleasure each of her guards had showed her. They all held back, left her yearning for more, for what was left behind, fearing her mortal raising had affected her pure sidhe blood.<br/><br/>Her eyes moved to the crowd, halting upon the sight of Roarke, so handsome in his dark clothing. He was all but tearing his dancing partners clothing from her form and Dawn had to admit her heart skipped a beat, her breath caught and she forced herself to turn from the sight that sent a lance of pain to her heart. Of all of her guards he knew best what she must do and respected it, he knew Dawn and cherished her....and yet he would fall to the wiles and favors of another woman. The sidhe loved too freely at times it seemed. But tonight was not about her guards, she would take them well in hand later, for now it was about alliances. And if her guards were so set to frustrate and annoy her she could well find pleasure elsewhere.<br/><br/>The blond lifted a smiling face to look up at Cernunnos, inclining her head. "Indeed, my Lord, you speak truly. However there is some pleasure to be had with the hotness of blood and lust upon the body." She thought of his voice, dark and laden with promise of what could be, perhaps what none of her guards would give her. If she had to sell her body for power at least this would be an honest bargain and not pain her heart with the actions of her lovers. "I wonder my Lord, if I may have your favor of a dance and mayhap more." she smiled warmly, her sky eyes gleaming like gems. "You hold to the Horned Lord do you not? The marks of the Consort from what I know, I would be honored if you would lead me upon the floor..." and in her words held her own hints of more to come, of pleasures yet sought. She could play this game as well as any sidhe.