She came into the candles, feeling their light wash over the paleness of her skin and glanced around herself, uneasy as she pulled her robe all the tighter around her. She was here to seek the King, not any of his servants or vassals, to them she would offer nothing. The thin silk flowed against her form, teasing at what lay beneath and suddenly Dawn wondered if she had come underdressed.<br/><br/>Then his voice, so soft and yet so deep, the darkness of the night in truth to caress against her hearing. Her eyes flew to him, wide, gleaming like gems in the candlelight. Her breath sped then, gazing at him, more shadow then man in that moment until he moved forward and his eyes seemed to burn into her body and make her want to shiver. She controlled the impulse, just barely, but she did, knowing she needed to seem at least a little in command of herself and the situation.<br/><br/>Here was a man that would not bow to her whims or simply say what she wished to hear. Nor would he tell her how she should act, for even upon the dance floor his advice has merely been observation and comments, not upon her, but on other things. She did not want to be merely Princess to him though, the part of her that had been reckless enough to do this even with all the dissent was her own self, not the royal part of her. "I am grateful for your welcome Your Majesty, and I am honored then, to be one of the few you have invited..."<br/><br/>The action of Cernunnos taking her hand and kissing it ever so slightly made her breath catch again and this time she could not help the soft breathless sound that left her lips, nor the way her eyes widened, the flare of desire that coursed through her. The tease of his power against her made her own rise within her and flicker just beneath her skin, a promise of the glory that would come.<br/><br/>"Dawn...please, call me Dawn." She said, her blond curls gleaming in the dim light as a smile touched her lips. "I find your manners perfect, I hope my own will please you."