Roarke followed his Princess watching the way Connal watched her and settled so familiar and comfortable at her back as the King and Queen announced what they all knew already.  The unseelie sighed under his breath.  Connal was beautiful like her, and they stood, majestic and perfect together.<br/><br/>He slipped away as he reached the foot of the steps, sliding along the wall and mingling into the crowd.  He was not really a warrior, any threat Connal and Fionn couldn't stop would sweep him aside like leaves before a hurricane.<br/><br/>No, his value to Cerridwyn lay elsewhere.  He spied Aria with Cernunnos, already sweetly flirting with him no doubt.  The half satyr brushed a hand through his wildly curly hair, rubbing the base of his small horns a moment and forcing himself to focus.  As his hand dropped his eyes and smile both were lit with a wicked grin and full of promises of mischief.<br/><br/>Roarke turned then to saunter and mingle into the crowd, letting it's current carry him along and listening carefully to the conversations around him.<br/><br/>