<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/kVCCBTE.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Serana vi Marion</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>holy cathedral<br/><strong>With:</strong>Auren and Allura<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Before wedding<br/><hr/><br/>Serana returned the prince's greeting with a...well not a "smile" obviously, though the way she seemed to tilt her head slightly and let out a quaint chuckle at least seemed to<em>suggest</em>a smile might be lingering beneath the black steel mask, "Oh no need for flattery m'lord, my hand is already yours after all" she lightly teased, her whole attention on Auren, not even bothering to cast her gaze towards the uncrowned king despite the stern look on his face. In a different world, a slightly altered path of fate, Allaran would have been her betrothed, and thus it would be him whose every word she hung upon. However as he was now he was just a glorified alter boy, and soon her own power would far outrank his own, so there was little reason to appeal to his sensibilities.<br/><br/>"Oh I do not see it so m'lord, after all the love is a king is something shared amongst all of his people, and we shall have a greater share of you than most" she cooed, though fluidly hooked herself into his arm, "though I won't deny a moment alone does sound nice" she added slyly, nestling in close to her soon to be husband. When Allaran reminded them of their washing duties the "princess" merely chuckled, "Oh my, dear bishop. I did not know the clergy were allowed such lewd thoughts, but I'm afraid the only man I shall be stripping for is my dear husband" she teased, running an armored hand along Auren's thick chest, "and even you darling will have to wait until after the ceremony, you would not make a dishonest woman of me would you?" she cooed, "I assure you my body has been properly prepared for the proceedings, I took the liberty of seeing to those duties early" she explained, granted she didn't mention exactly<em>how</em>early. How she had gotten up long before the break of dawn, before any of the servants even stirred from their beds, so that she could ensure not a soul witnessed her bathing.<br/><br/>As Auren's brother arrived on the scene Serana adopted a respectful silence, giving a sweeping bow when the prince introduced her, but otherwise allowing the siblings to converse among themselves. However as they did she watched them, almost like a hawk. Carefully she observed every look and gesture shared between them, noting their unique chemistry and body langauge. It was clear that something had transpired between them, spoken or otherwise, leaving their interactions a bit awkward and stilted. However it was clearly the kind of discomfort that came with affection<em>lost</em>, not long standing animosity....interesting, "I shall leave you to your cleansing m'lord. After all we have the rest of our lives, these stolen minutes are not so priceless that I would linger unnecessarily"  she said, giving his hand a small squeeze, her grasp obviously cold from the metal, but it held the affection missing from Allura's, and with another nod to the princess she turned and made her way back down the hall, and while she soon disappeared from sight, her departure was never accompanied by the sound of swinging doors...odd.