The people had cheered louder than she'd ever heard at her announcement, and before they danced, all manner of people thanked and congradulated Rogal. Marcellus stood stiffly by Miranos, trying not to quake with fear as Miranos stood expressionless, fuming with rage inside. Lenny enjoyed the attention from all the ladies who just thought he was the cutest thing in the world. Brammond kept close to Timur and Ben, introducing them to everyone he could so they might be more comfortable with the idea of werecreatures. Witches were already in with Brammond and Rogal, but the others would need work.
Rogal came to take Amelia's hand, kissing it like a gentleman. "Princess," he smiled as he bowed. "May I have this dance?" He could be a gentleman for sure. But, being a Prince, of course he could. Even so, this was a real gentleman, not just a fake, icy-hearted fraud like Marcellus or Miranos.