"Now, now dear; it's rude to eavesdrop on the princess and her most recent guests," his walking sceptre clacked with his footsteps into the foyer from the inner halls.
A reedy thin man with a pencil moustache and coifed black hair came and stood with both hands on his sceptre—light tan skin and brown eyes.
He wore a double breasted suit with silver cufflinks and the same glimmering silver on his broach and earrings that dangled.
"And Count Keya. Good morning to you both," Feyan bowed his head.
The couple both looked to be in their early to mid-forties, though not a single wrinkle appeared on either of their skin.
"Good morning, Count and Countess Keya; did you sleep well?" Daiyu's entire tone had changed; to the one they had heard when they first met the princess.
"Indeed my dear," the countess turned her attention immediately to the new faces, "Good morning to you all, I don't believe we've met."
