Evanna took another moment to psyche herself up. They were, after all, quite frightening to be around. Even now, with their attention on the table, she could already feel the unease resting in her stomach at their marble, cool features. Taking a final deep breath in, Evanna straightened her already stiff shoulders and clutched the sides of her dress slightly as she entered the stunningly bright room.
On her arrival, the prince's head turned to her with one side of his lips pulling up. The king, however, only stared at her with no expression on his face. Evanna dipped into a curtsy at the far end of the table, "Your Majesty-"
"Enough. I do not have all day. Come sit so we may eat," The king interrupted. Although he was curt, the king still had enough manners to wait until she stood behind her chair, by his right side and across from prince Arawn, before he sat down.
