Son, who was partaking form some tea displays, glared at the commotion; taking some precise observations regarding the queen. It was quite obvious that a lot, if not all, of the guests there avoided him, heck, even the one serving the tea was already trembling. In all honesty, Son didn't mind that he was being avoided like a plague, in fact, he reveled in it. Perhaps he already had gotten used to such a life, that it was already considered normal. Son was the observation type of person... He liked to analyse people, and guess what, he found his target... The Queen's sister, Serena. It seems like this princess was gazing at someone, evidenced by the pinkish hue of her cheeks, which signifies increased blood circulation near the face. Blood Circulation increases upon heightened emotional scenarios, and basing it on how Serena gazed at the elvish prince... Son would therefore conclude that something was sparkling between the two.
Son smirked... In his mind, he had already circulated some strategies to manipulate the elvish prince and the princess in order to seal an alliance between the elves and their kingdom.
"Interesting... Love. Such a strong emotion, yet, so easily manipulated and severed." Son mumbled to himself as his red eyes surveyed the crowd.
Next, Son observed the interaction between Aribelle and the king of another kingdom, Alex, was it? The adviser had already began concocting some plans to manipulate the king to their side... It would be easy. The key to winning is to find your opponent's weakness, and use it against him... To take their strength and destroy it... To pinpoint critical spots, and make them suffer for it... Until they break and fall. This king was no exception... All Son needed to do was to find a crucial point against him, and the wealth would soon be theirs.
"Soon... someone will want to marry Aribelle... If that Alex would be the one to do so... then, manipulating both kingdoms will be quite easy." Son smirked; smiling to himself. Suddenly, he noticed a growing commotion... With a swift stride, he arrived at the scene, only to see a barely-clothed girl... Normally, scenes such as this would arouse most men, but to Son, it was all but a display of weakness and tomfoolery. However, he couldn't shake the feeling that this girl was more than what she seemed to be... He needed to make sure that her appearance won't jeopardize his plans. As Rand left the area, Son followed through. He saw Rand conversing with one of the servants, and Son knew he has to step in.
"Sir Rand. If you don't mind, I would just like your service in protecting and keeping this young lady in your custody." Son spoke in a calm tone as the servant began to make way for him; fear or disgust, no one was sure. "Until then, she will be under your care. She will be treated as a guest in this kingdom until her background information can be uncovered." Son spoke as he looked at Rand with determination. "Her majesty is extremely busy, and I would prefer it if she was not so stressed. The real hell starts tomorrow, and as such, her majesty must be completely rejuvenated without further worries. I worry for health and safety." Son sighed as he turned around. "By the way, make sure no one else will talk to the queen while she dines... It would be hectic if these guests would try to manipulate her so early into her regime."
With that Son went back to the dining room as he blocked one guest after another from talking to the queen. Finally, he arrived to Aribelle as he bowed a little bit; it was already known that Son never made a full bow... Not yet.
"My queen, sorry for the interruption. Would you like me to hold of all other guests' inquiries and concerns until tomorrow? That way you won't be disturbed. I'll take care of the other matters regarding political and militaristic cases. As of this moment, my queen, just enjoy your break." Son smiled as he turned around and glared at all the other guests, making it certain that the queen was not interested in pleasantries at the moment. With a swift movement, he ordered some servants to inform the guests that the queen was unavailable for any concerns at the moment.
Son left the queen's side... with much contempt.
"Such weakness... Can't even hold your head high in these occasions.." Son whispered silently, his teeth gritting with loathing.