Rosemund made no attempt to acknowledge the presence or attention of the onlookers as the two of them exited the ballroom. She was made nervous by the guests, yes, but for now she'd gained a little of her confidence back. She showed more than she had, walking with her chin up, her gaze ahead, meeting Aire's occasional glances with only a straight face that said, [i]Yes, I'm still here––[/i] no "Your Majesty" included. 

When they were away from the eyes of strangers, she relaxed a little, which came as a surprise even to herself. She didn't break the silence between them, for she had the feeling that conversation would be even more awkward than silence. She'd certainly ruined a perfectly good, silent moment before by talking, and so she did not, at least not for now. 

As they approached the prince's quarters, Rosemund slowed her pace. [i]Not going past his door,[/i] she sternly reminded herself. Who knew what would happen?  She came to a stop outside his door and waited in silence. Perhaps, just perhaps, it was still early enough in the evening to go out on a short horseback walk in the woods. Just to calm her nerves.