Vela, like the Empress, did not eat. It was only because it would be a distraction though, and perhaps partly because her emotion to the Empress was almost cult-like. She did not attribute diving to her, but neither did she attribute it to anything, real or imagined, nothing came before the Empress.<br/><br/>The feast looked incredible, however, and she would have to remember to go to the kitchens to get a portion. There was always extra, after all, a slave might trip, or the cut might not be quite right in the presentation.<br/><br/>She felt the pull on her garment, and passively let her body be pulled down so that the Emoress could speak to her. Listening, she was somewhat conflicted, but her answer didn't reflect that.<br/><br/>"Yes, Empress," she replied.<br/><br/>She always relishes being asked to join the Emoress at night, but she was not enthused about bringing the prince. Still, she supposed that in this, like everything else, she would have to trust the Empress. It wasn't as though she'd even consider disobedience, so whatever would happen, would happen. It would remain to be seen if it was something she'd want to happen or not.