Aire looked pretty rough, especially for a prince, thought Rosemund. She actually felt a little guilty for her snark toward him as she made her way away from the table. Now [i]that[/i] was some rare emotion. She was slightly disgusted with herself, especially later when she made her way toward the throne–– what was she doing and what if someone saw her? But no one else seemed to be bothered with Aire's offer to visit him after the speech, and so she carefully approached. After all, the help were allowed. Right? Perhaps only nominally. Perhaps this was a mistake.

"Your Highness," she greeted with a curtsy, although a bit of an awkward one. Now that she was here, she didn't really know what to say to him. She thought fast. Again. "I have curiosities as to what your policies will be once the throne is yours." She kept her head bowed; she'd been defiant enough today and she had a nervous feeling that it had put her on thin ice. That, of course, was probably just being in the presence of the Queen. It always made her a little afraid.