Her eyes noticed the byplay between the King of the Slaugh and the Princess of the Unseelie, to win alliances one had to barter and work. Slaugh would likely lean more toward the Unseelie, toward the court they had always allied with. The Goblins however would perhaps be more equal and she planned to try and play both fields, Dawn had been a political reporter and she knew one of her greatest assets at the moment was the fact that everyone would under estimate her. After all she had been raised by humans.<br/><br/>She knew the moment Roarke moved away, sighing inwardly. He thought so little of himself, of how she regarded him at moments she wanted to scream at him. At the whole court. This was America, land of equals, yet in the courts it was all about sucking up to whoever had more power. And yet, she and Aria had been named the biggest powers tonight. So people would be working to get into her favor and she planned to do something with that, she could dance the line with any of them and it was time to show the fae as the whole that the Seelie Princess didn't take backseat to anyone. Including her father.<br/><br/>Who was currently making his way over to her, she could feel his eyes on her and she had to fight the urge to turn and flee, simply kept moving through the crowd smiling softly here and there; hoping inwardly he would leave her alone. Of course he didn't though.<br/><br/>"Hello Daughter."<br/><br/>She dropped into a graceful curtsy, lifting up but keeping her eyes trained at his neck rather then his face, it helped that he was taller then her. "Hello Father King." she murmured back gracefully.<br/><br/>"You will not disappear tonight as you did at your first ball I hope."<br/><br/>Her lips curved in a smile as she laughed, reaching to touch Connal's hand and shake her head. "Ah, well I fear I was very distracted, as you meant me to be that night. I have no plans for such tonight."<br/><br/>"Good, I will expect to dance with you later."<br/><br/>"Oh, of course."<br/><br/>Her stomach fluttered in protest, but he turned away and left then, letting her inhale deeply, eyes fluttering shut just for a moment, as if she were considering something he had said. She was grateful for all the years of politics that made it possible for her to keep her face clear and serene even when she wanted to call him kinslayer. He was, she just didn't have any proof yet. Cerridwyn turned her head slightly, noting that one of Aria's handmaidens had gone already to the Goblin King, regardless, that did not mean she could not approach him.<br/><br/>Making small talk along the way she reached his dais finally and inclined her head with a slight smile. "Good evening King Fenris, I fear I have not yet had the pleasure to meet you in person, though the stories told of you are impressive indeed. I was wondering if you would do me the honor of the first dance, and perhaps, tell me a few of your war stories?" She tilted her head, the picture of innocent curiosity, it was something that had an undeniable appeal.