Henri tried not to wince at the bright lights, he was used to the media fawning over him whenever he went to balls because he rarely did so but he felt a tad jittery right then so the lights were unbearable.
Marina seemed to notice his discomfort and stepped in front of him to block the flashes, the Head Chancellor of the academy coming out himself to receive them.
"Your Majesty, Your Highness." The regally dressed Chancellor bowed respectfully. "We are honored by your presence."
"Thank you, Sir Bolton," Marina said magnanimously. "I'd have to trouble you to let me send off Prince Henri right away."
Sir Bolton was caught off-guard a bit by this, he expected that both royalties would spend some time giving interviews to the media personnel around but he couldn't protest against the Queen's orders.
"Right away, Your Majesty." He bowed again, giving whispered orders to the assistants that had come with him. "Please, come with me."
