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Rose blinked at the new comer who blocked her from the view of the prince and Loa. He seemed angry for some reason, and she grew curious to why. "Hey, what's got you so upset?" she asked, stopping to meet this new person.

Melody giggle, "Melody is fine, and my aren't you the big boy." She kneeled down, noting the fear from the king. She kept a natural calm that only came from a mother, "I suppose you are prince..." she decided to use the kings name for him to help him feel more comfortable, "Owen. Alicea has been wanting to meet you for quite a while." Alicea refused to let go of the prince, looking at him though, "No, I mean it! We ARE going to be married." Melody smiled kindly, "Alicea tends to see something through once she decides it. I guess it's just how she always has been."

Jeremy's father had mostly likely blamed Loa for Jeremy's... endeavors, so they had not been allowed to see each other since their meeting. He was one of the few she considered her friend, even if he'd only been there for her once. She smiled when Jeremy approached, and when her prince introduced her. Loa bowed back when he bowed to her, as usual never reflecting on how odd it must appear, a young woman such as herself, wearing a dress- at the insistance of the king- bowing like a nobleman. In all actuality, no one had bothered to teach her court manners- she had mimicked them. Mostly from her Prince, but also from other nobles she'd watched as a child. "It is nice to see you again, Lord Jeremy." She wasn't sure if she should be placing Lord next to his name, but it would be unheard of for her to use his first name alone. She flickered a glance at the slammed, door, and smirked. She wanted to be reckless for once. "I believe I can help with that," Loa murmured, an idea striking her. She rushed to the door, effortlessly kicked it open, and held up her sword. "I saw the quick retreat, are any of you harmed or in danger?!" Her voice and face portrayed that of the concerned and alarmed body guard perfectly, there was no hint that she had not truely believed the lives of these noblemen were in danger.
And, the door was open now, and unable to be shut, with her in the doorway.

((Ah, Loa, you sneaky bird you.))

((Whoops! forgot Owen!))
Owen frowned a bit, contemplatively. "Then you are Lady Melody, or else you would have rushed to tell me your status was not that of a lady." Owen bowed his head a bit, a bright young boy, though still plainly hesitant. He loved visitors, and yet feared meeting new people. Owen gave a glance at the girl hanging onto him. She seemed sweet enough, and certainly determined. He hoped she moved on quickly when- if, Rio wants me to think of it as if- he died. He returned his gaze to Lady Melody. "That sounds like Rio, my brother. Only, he has things he's not sure how he can do."

Kennard shook his head a bit, wishing his elder son would know better than to confide in an ill six year old... But knowing that Owen was probably the only one Riordan trusted. Kennard certainly understood the feeling- he couldn't even confide in his queen for fear of worrying her.

Jeremy forced back laughter as Loa kicked open the door. She was quickly berated by one of the nobles threatening to have her imprisoned or some such ludicrous punishment.

Riordan stepped up next to her and a sharp glare silenced the nobles. "She saw you all running so hurriedly, she was worried you might have been in danger. Surely you weren't running from young Master Revelin? That would be foolish." The nobles apologized and said that they wihed to begin their meeting as quickly as possible, and politely closed the door.

Jeremy smiled to Loa, "That was brilliant. And I'm not Lord yet. That is still my fathers title. And you can just say my name. I don't really care for all the pomp and circumstance, and polite court etiquette." He then turned to the other girl who had spoken(Rose), "And I apologize. I'm afraid I did not see you. And I wished to say nothing while Loa was dealing with the nobles. My anger is because of their pig-headed outdated way of thinking which continues to hold the Beastials in a light of second class citizens, below humans. I cannot abide by such outdated ways of thinking."

Jeremy sighed, "If I can call you by first name, then you can do the same. Please, I don't like formal titles, and I only use them because I have to. But to my friends, I am just Jeremy." He gestured to Riordan, "Its not like I call him 'Prince' when I see him. I go by first names. At least when no one else is around."

Riordan frowned at Loa, barely hearing her words about the backwards thinking being true. He would have to talk with her about that later. Not in public. He forced a smile and nodded to Jeremy, "True. But, I've been trying to tell her to just say my name without a title, and she won't. She doesn't even say my name, actually." He smiled to her, "I hope that one day you'll feel close enough to call me by name, and not just my title."

Jeremy blinked at Rose, as if on shock. Did she really just agree with him. "Uhh, miss, did you honestly understand what I meant? I intend to see to it that beastials are treated the same as you or I." He was in shock that another noble could share his views. "And yes, I am Jeremy Revelin. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Rose."

Loa stepped back from the three nobles, flluttering her wings slightly, and mostly without realizing it, and turning her head away. The conversation was taking a weird turn, in that she had the opinion against beastials. Without even realizing it, Loa murmured, "Just the beastiials?" It was a slight reference, and onne not many would understand. The elves were oppressed too, and she was as much elf as she was beastial.

Owen blinked at the girl again, feeling very out of his depth. "I- I don't play much. Mostly I read." He glanced up at Lady Melody. "Thank you for your kind words, both to my and on behalf of my brother."

Loa blinked at them as they spoke, shaking her head. "They may live in peace together, but they've earned the animosity of the other cou-" Loa realized with a start that she was participating in a debate with three nobles- one of which was her prince! She flushed slightly and bowed a bit. "I apologize. It's not my place to speak." She took a few steps away, so that she was guarding the entrances to the corridor that they stood in, but so that she was far enough away to have withdrawn from them and their conversation. She was perfectly still, not the slightly muscle out of place, as her hand rested almost idly on her sword. But that was the surest sign that she was beating heself up inside for speaking- Loa was always in motion. If she was still, her wings were always shifting, or her hands, or she shifted her entire body as she turned to look somewhere.

Loa jumped when they both turned and started speaking to her, blinking a bit. "Why do my opinions matter?" She asked bluntly, far too used to the treatment of her opinons or thought processes being lesser because of her race. When her prince asked her for what it was she had to say of incolumitas, Loa blinked, and spoke as he'd requested. "The surrounding countries are all angered with Incolumitas, with their people conflicted over whether to declare war or peace, just like your country, my prince." It wasn't very obvious, but Loa claimed no country as hers. She only belonged here as long as she was allowed to- that didn't make it hers. "I've- I've flown there. During times when his majesty sent me away from the castle, presumably because he was shamed to have a beastial-elf in his employ. In incolumitas, there is equality, but there is just as much strife as here. Hate crimes are down, but crimes are not. It-" She glanced away. "It has a most interesting goverment, but decisions take much longer, so I'm not sure if it's more or less efficient then the monarchy here." Loa paused. "Small children didn't avoid me there.." The last was spoken softly, almost at a volume that couldn't be heard, but it was still said. And it showed that Loa was hurt by how she was treated. But then she stubbornly lifted her head with a strong expression, and seemed to be the emotionless bodyguard that the king had attempted to mold her into.