The knight's eyes glared around the room, yet her ear remained open to the king's word. If anything though, she had only listened to him under the circumstance of his title. There was no other reason to why she would concentrate on singling out one voice upon a mumbling million, and if he was not king then she would be wasting her time. Her duty had kept her away from making acquaintances and eliminated herself from becoming close to anyone. Not a single friend, and she had to be content with that. Was she truly? No, not at all, but it was for the better, and for as long as she constantly rehearsed that honest choir in head then she had no other reason as to change it. Her eyes skimmed the room, but once he spoke of importance, she had turned her eyes towards him. 

"Yes my lord," Adeline responded, nodding her head with eyes set on him. She was about to speak quietly to him about preference and location, for surely it had to be a place that had or would not create commotion. However, she was paused as the had redirected his attention to a servant. A simple servant boy, but she studied his figure and took a bit of pity upon him when was called on. The king's bias bled through well... his voice stronger than usual, which had put her off-guard and yet wished he used it more. The gentle appearance was kind and welcoming, especially for the people of the kingdom, but she was a subject and pawn. While avoiding brute-force was preferred for the sake of reputation, it was still important to not allow this treatment get out of hand. Especially if so, a spy was among the maids... Oh, and how she would be treated innocently. Perhaps such was nonexistent though, but it was important to keep balance above all else.

However, who was the knight to say? She had set her eyes back upon Casper, only to inquire. "Gardens have no walls, and even so, the ivy deafens them well," Adeline spoke in tune to the king's dialogue. He was rather fun to speak with and there was no doubt about it. All her reading as a child would seem to pay off the best in a moment's time like this. It furthermore made her smile upon the fact that this was what she did best, and that was to incorporate a little literature into her daily like, though much of that were of fairy-tales... And yet she had to avoid doing so for, again, her duty. What a nuisance, suffocating her desire for a free life, but she was bound to it. It was as simple as life bound to death, and perhaps that was the most simple of examples she could think and repeat. "However, do choose a place best fit to speak in. I will follow you, your Majesty." She didn't end with a smile, but rather, had a sense of attentiveness to the point of stiffness. If she was to be pushed, there was a sense that she was sure not to feel such. Complimented by the dancing lights within the room, Adeline appeared statuesque, her cobalt cape relaxed upon her shoulders and swayed by those who passed by. 

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He had settled within his thoughts, accompanied by a stillness and lack of interest, an appearance best described as daze by some. There was a sense in him that he wanted to escape the moment, but there was an understanding that he was to be following the angel before him... But that sort of joy, a song that ringed in mockery. He looked upon the doves nearby... Well, maybe he by technicality had something to consider as for wings... However, as if he was to claim those as his own, he didn't have the heart to do. Casting his eyes aside at the childish chuckle, Valentine couldn't bear saying a word to it. It was if he was ashamed of being merely human, and perhaps he should be in a world touched by angels and demons. How he yearned to be an angel... and yet to be blessed, though tempting it was to be a demon, or cursed at best. Fate insisted otherwise; there was a feeling that he was to remain pure from either forms. Though perhaps then he is like an angel, untouched by holy or tainted aura... There was no one to believe that though. Angels were purity, and humans were beloved creations or filth consuming the surface... 

His daytime was not to be wasted on nightly thoughts. As a sun is bright about the day, he too had to seek the benefits of being human, though it only comes down to being different, untouched, and by considering that he's pure human, talented. He was not born with a tongue blessed by an angel or a tempting charisma, seductive like a demon's. However, he was taught, and he took pride in such, though perhaps he had a voice that seemed to be blessed while his abilities to tempt may vary. A small smirk appeared at the thought of it. It was humorous to think of, but he'd like to think that above all and none of the less he held all capabilities to charm a lady of the means. Looking upon the dove near his side, the dove perched his shoulder as he laughed lightly, as if he was amused in his own thoughts. In his own thoughts, yes, but far from amused.

"We... we..." He mumbled this to himself for the two reasons: what "we" was the angel speaking, though this came back to in a moment's time later thanks to memorized rumors, and to sound like he was about to speak. It was nice to turn a head or two at the start of a word as opposed to catching an audience's attention half-way through a speech. As he spoke, he allowed the angel to wrap around him, fancying his pride with a prismatic beauty by side. Lady or gentleman, neither matter when it came to beauty, especially to an angel's with such a song-filled voice and colorful aura... He enjoyed their aura, even if they rubbed his wound with their previous comment. Surely, it was out of innocence, but even if not, he would rather keep his interior battles within his walls. 

"Yes, we shall, for it is my honor to be called for this duty." Valentine wasn't too surprised about it, but he was joyous, and a delicate smile could only seal so much joy in recognition. He was partially used to be called in to speak or another or to fix the mistakes of a speaker, but to be called in by the queen and join the path of making history... It was truly a dream. Partially pressuring though, considering where the Kingdom of Raphael stood in the eyes of the other kingdoms and how one mistake will turn the tables around. Realizing this had caused him to breath in steadily while yet shaken by the thought. Everything was going to remain stable, safe, and sound. The meeting will go smoothly. The meeting will go according to a peaceful plan... Or so he hoped for. He looked upon the angel with a smile, and keeping them near, he gently spoke.

"Guide me with your grace, lively..." Valentine paused with an empty breath. "Oh, if I am able to know, please, tell me your name as you walk with me?" His shoulders rolled into being relaxed, posture straight as his sword remained sheathed by his right side. In that moment, there was a sense that he had returned to his charming self, with a sense of elegance and composed with a structure fit for a gentleman. Truly, this was him, suffocating the rest of his flaws under his skin.