If the elf creature thought herself so superior to herself, Roshala would let her. Ever the deceiver, her ivory mask put on a displeased expression and she started walking towards the others.<br/><br/>"Of course<em>Amiee</em>." She said as she gracefully strode into the room with the other three and for the first time in a long while a grin was on her dark red lips as she poured herself a goblet of wine and stood next to the prince.<br/><br/>Her black orbs unreadable she once again placed her hand on his shoulder and brushed her raven locks to the side of her face under her cowl.