Gods the crowds in this place are suffocating, Rosalia mused to herself as she gingerly glanced out from behind the curtain towards the seething mass of disgustingly uninvolved and worse unoccupied spectators. It took her a moment to remind herself that not everywhere was as regimented or as disciplined as she was used to, and by the time she turned her attention properly towards the conversation she'd found herself pulled into one word immediately jerked to mind. Placing a hand on Althea's shoulder, the younger yet considerably more mature princess gently chided her with a soft, "Language, sister." ... Although the sentiment was somewhat lessened by the way she immediately followed it up by looking up towards Eystin, an influential is somewhat distasteful man in her own opinion. "Ah, everyone's favored... What's the word for an overly bloated mistress? Oh- bloated in the sense of scope, not size, you're actually looking quite well Mr. Eckart."
She shifted a touch, glancing towards Althea as though she were going to chide her further for being so friendly towards someone of his like- not that she particularly disliked him, it was just unbecoming for a princess- but ultimately chose to hold her silence since the poor thing seemed to be taking this whole ordeal a bit harder than anticipating. In a lot of ways Rosalia felt sort of uninvolved in her sister's frustration. It was almost inevitable that they lost the war as they did, but at the same time she was quite pointedly looked at as the face of the Mistlord Kingdom's military and as such felt at least some vague responsibility for their loss. For just a moment her visage began to soften and it seemed like she was going to kiss the littler princess on the head or something similarly comforting. But then, as she often did, Althea reminded her that she was kind of a brat and Rosalia could do naught but sigh at the proposal that she might be interested in a fighter for their appearance...
Well no, that wasn't fair. There were some fighters that could be considered attractive, but Dandy Diavel? Ugh, it may have been a on the nose to say so but she'd sooner kiss a Goblin. "Right, and with such a firm grasp of romantic interests maybe you should settle in with the good sir Eys-" Ah, saved by the bell. Laurence spook up, alongside the only tentatively welcome Emperor Amell. As was always the case- as had been the case since to two were toddlers even- Rosalia immediately stepped in between Althea and their guests. She didn't brandish a weapon or threaten anyone, but just the presence of the royal protectorate was enough to make a firmer statement than a gun to the temple. "Ah, Laurence dearest, I can't help but notice you've already taken quite well to the Riordian vernacular hm? Husbands and Wives, Fathers and their children? And of course we should put a bit more emphasis on Brothers shouldn't we? Well, I'll assume that you didn't mean anything by it." She gave Laurence a rueful little smile. She looked up to him and always had, but if he thought that meant she'd let him start talking down to their sister he truly didn't know what she thought of the word duty.
"And dear, dear Amell." ... It was kind of starting to seem like Rosalia used the word dear as some sort of hateful prefix at this point, but whatever, "You say our country's champions are going to face off and yet... I haven't heard anyone speak of a match between you and I? Could it be that it was lost in the mail- these times have been so turbulent I don't even have any difficulty believing that such might be so." She chuckled quite openly, then glanced towards Althea as though to ask her opinion on the matter. Rosalia, it went without saying, would follow the little princess regardless of her decision.
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She shifted a touch, glancing towards Althea as though she were going to chide her further for being so friendly towards someone of his like- not that she particularly disliked him, it was just unbecoming for a princess- but ultimately chose to hold her silence since the poor thing seemed to be taking this whole ordeal a bit harder than anticipating. In a lot of ways Rosalia felt sort of uninvolved in her sister's frustration. It was almost inevitable that they lost the war as they did, but at the same time she was quite pointedly looked at as the face of the Mistlord Kingdom's military and as such felt at least some vague responsibility for their loss. For just a moment her visage began to soften and it seemed like she was going to kiss the littler princess on the head or something similarly comforting. But then, as she often did, Althea reminded her that she was kind of a brat and Rosalia could do naught but sigh at the proposal that she might be interested in a fighter for their appearance...
Well no, that wasn't fair. There were some fighters that could be considered attractive, but Dandy Diavel? Ugh, it may have been a on the nose to say so but she'd sooner kiss a Goblin. "Right, and with such a firm grasp of romantic interests maybe you should settle in with the good sir Eys-" Ah, saved by the bell. Laurence spook up, alongside the only tentatively welcome Emperor Amell. As was always the case- as had been the case since to two were toddlers even- Rosalia immediately stepped in between Althea and their guests. She didn't brandish a weapon or threaten anyone, but just the presence of the royal protectorate was enough to make a firmer statement than a gun to the temple. "Ah, Laurence dearest, I can't help but notice you've already taken quite well to the Riordian vernacular hm? Husbands and Wives, Fathers and their children? And of course we should put a bit more emphasis on Brothers shouldn't we? Well, I'll assume that you didn't mean anything by it." She gave Laurence a rueful little smile. She looked up to him and always had, but if he thought that meant she'd let him start talking down to their sister he truly didn't know what she thought of the word duty.
"And dear, dear Amell." ... It was kind of starting to seem like Rosalia used the word dear as some sort of hateful prefix at this point, but whatever, "You say our country's champions are going to face off and yet... I haven't heard anyone speak of a match between you and I? Could it be that it was lost in the mail- these times have been so turbulent I don't even have any difficulty believing that such might be so." She chuckled quite openly, then glanced towards Althea as though to ask her opinion on the matter. Rosalia, it went without saying, would follow the little princess regardless of her decision.
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