Amiee floated back into the room with one of the few standards guards following behind her. His heavy step and fierce expression contrasting starkly with her softness. He was carrying a tray that she bid him to set down on one of the tables edging the room before she sent him away with a smile and a flick of her wrist.<br/><br/>She spent several moments arranging the things on the table, never in a hurry taking her time as she arranged the glittering crystal goblets in a strait line, and lined up the different vintages behind them. There was a deep red wine, a sparkling white wine and a honeyed mead. Behind those were smaller bottles dust from storage, one of dark heavy glass that Amiee only picked up by two fingers that Roshatha would recognize as containing pure sweet fey blood, and then there was another that Amiee's fingertips glided over almost lovingly. The bottle was slender and the glass looked impossibly thin and the vintage was the color of gold. She placed it beside the blood then took a step back admiring the set up before drifting back towards the group smiling at the prince once more in greeting but otherwise saying nothing, not wanting to interrupt.