Lyranna had been spotted.  She had thought that her hiding spot would be enough to keep her out of view for most of the patrons at the Ball.  Who would care or be interested in stealing glances at such a low class servant?  She had nothing to offer any perspective partners.  She had no title, no land nor any money to her name.  Lyranna only had her menial duties as the Princesses' official handmaiden.  It was her life and all that she knew.<br/><br/>Lyranna couldn't say a word to the knight who had bumped into her.  Thankfully, the lace of her white headdress covered most of her face as it hid the bright red that had suddenly appeared on her cheeks.  Looking around, her soft voice that was hardly above a whisper stammered and stuttered her response to his words.  She was here to help the Princess and nothing more.  She wasn't educated in the art of men nor the fine intricacies of interactions.  Swallowing, the lump in her throat, she desperately tried to think of a response to his words.<br/><br/>"Sir.....No......Um.....I......I'm Sorry....."<br/><br/>It was at that moment that Lyranna saw the Princess fleeing towards her.  Breathing a sigh of relief, Lyranna could tell she was in need of attention.  When the young royalty approached her, Lyranna lowered her head to the floor as she lowered herself in a diminutive curtsy.  Keeping her eyes to the floor, the handmaiden was still nervous from all the attention and activity of the Ball.  Maybe taking away the Princess to some place secluded come help clear her head and heart.<br/><br/>"Yes, Princess.  Would it be prudent to escape to a refuge away from such prying eyes?"