Connal smiled at the princess, a genuine gesture as he squeezed her hand faintly and led the way without another word.  Not a one of them seemed eager to speak as they made their way towards the ballroom, he noted.  Perhaps they were wondering what to expect when they entered.  The entirety of the Fae were going to be represented.  Would they be last to arrive?  It would seem fitting, Connal decided with a smile.  The future Queen entering and drawing every eye to her... How very dramatic and appropriate.<br/><br/>As they approached the entryway to the ballroom, Connal stopped and brought Dawn's hand to press a soft kiss to her skin.  "Even I cannot find words to describe your beauty, Princess.  You will leave them all breathless."  His eyes had a longing, desperate quality, the rings of color seeming to beckon her deeper into them.  He let go of her hand and stepped away with a sigh, entering the ballroom with his head high and his face inscrutable.