Following the guards with more or less a sense of not wanting to be here. Already not liking how crowded everything feels, and how rushed it all is. If this was the elvish court, any visitors would have a week of food and entertainment before even having a proper address to the Queen. Humans are just so rushed for things, getting all the more flustered and pouting as I walk all the more into the 'grand' hall.<br/><br/>Staying off to the side and trying to look innocent, while also trying to keep away from the half orc as much as possible. Wiggling my legs together and making sure my skirt and leather leaf blouse are all in order, and that my hair is right. I would just hate to be addressing a king, even a human one, looking like some drunkard human!<br/><br/>Noticing the elf up there on the dais as well, wondering if this is my Queen! Blushing even more at her having to be up there, thoroughly embarrassed. Biting my lip and trying to not just run out of there screaming. Holding my ground for now, hopefully.