The festivities for the evening had started and the prince seemed to be a little more at ease. She wondered if he would still be calm when things started to move along. His shy attitude from before had been charming, she supposed. It was disarming in a way, and reassuring. Leyla took a seat behind him, careful not to be so close as to crowd him. Moving slowly was always something she had been good at, and she decided to let the other girls determine the pace for the evening. It was easier on her that way, and given the earlier confrontation it was probably best not to get involved in any sort of competition for the prince's attention. It would only end poorly for her if she did, and if he wanted her he would let her know.<br/><br/>She ran her delicate hands over his back and shoulders, attempting to help ease any tension he might be feeling. It was important that he feel comfortable in his new position. The former king had always treated them well, but the prince was the master now, and though he seemed shy and naive there was always the chance that he might become a cruel master. Leyla hoped that wouldn't happen.