<strong>"Well sometimes its not nightmares that keep one up. Surely the energy of royalty may need outlets the day can't manage to relieve. Being useful this way is mutual I believe"</strong><br/><br/>Phera winked.<br/><br/>Most knew the herbalists were usually bisexual not as refined as the other castes, and about as crude as elves could get. It was joked that romance was wasted on a herbalists due to them spending far to long watching the spontaneous love making of some animals the woods displayed while waiting for their passing such that they could gather herbs about their lingerings. Such rumors were on the whole accurate, at least in Phera's case.<br/><br/>Beauty often made up for the lack of courtship refinement, something Phera hoped her own nature could manage for the prince... and or others perhaps if her luck held true.<br/><br/>Most were joyed to see the prince happy and took little heed to who he was with. Happy royalty gave the feeling of a prosperous and secure nation and as such his words were returned with cheers.<br/><br/>Phera thought the room should be settled in anticipation for the lottery winner however nothing could be further from the truth. Hordes of servants seem to be seeing to something and even near the prince Phera was often jostled about as others weaved their way around her.<br/><br/>Somehow a glass flute glass of golden sparkling wine appeared in her hand.<br/><br/>A brief sniff made the herbalist smile even more and soon the glass was emptied and refilled before she could blink....<br/><br/>