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At the sound of the Prince's voice, Amanae stopped dead, still several feet away from the Tou's table. Cyrith had followed her? What in the nine hells was he trying to pull? When she turned around, her expression was carefully polite. "I beg your pardon, Your Highness, but he is not a chi--" She didn't get any further, because at that point Amanae actually looked into those famous eyes for the first time, and suddenly she had trouble thinking at all. "Um..."

Continuing their conversation, whatever it had been about, suddenly seemed like a completely fantastic idea. Amanae nodded. It was still extremely difficult to think, but she wasn't bothered by this; in fact, it was almost a relief.

Magical powers? Amanae thought about this for several seconds longer than she would have needed under normal circumstances, simply because her entire way of thinking was so fuzzy. Why is my thinking so fuzzy? a small, unusually clear voice wondered. The rest of Amanae's brain ignored it. "Yes," she said, her voice a little dazed, but otherwise quite normal. Nothing about it would alert outside parties, at any rate.

Amanae's brow furrowed; she could not do as he requested, and this upset her. "I- I really can't..." she said regretfully. I don't like this, the clear voice said, much more loudly this time, Something is wrong.

Amanae considered and then shook her head, still frowning slightly; The tiny voice was no longer tiny, and it was quite insistent. You started not being able to think when you looked in his eyes. So look away, you fool! Amanae didn't think that this reasoning made any sense, but she tried anyway, and found that she couldn't. There, see! Something is wrong! Now try again! the voice demanded.

With a monumental effort, Amanae finally tugged her eyes away; instantly all the fuzziness in her head cleared. After allowing herself a few seconds to regain her composure, she looked back at him, although she was careful to look at his nose instead of those too-beautiful eyes. "Now if you will excuse me, Your Highness, I have something to attend to." Her voice shook a bit. Without waiting for his response, she turned and continued toward Alexander. Thank God the moon's out, she thought, her nerves still buzzing with combined fear and anger.

Henna tried to remember to keep moving with the prince as she contemplated his question. She was debating between white or blue, or maybe green, but a nice rich dark blue would look very nice on him. "Blue?" She said unsure of what he might think. "Maybe? I think that would be very handsome on you." She smiled now sure of her self. She was positive that blue was a very good choice. She glanced around the room for a split second and spotted Her assistant Alex, swaying to the music and holding a wine bottle. He looked intoxicated; she would have to talk to him about that later. But now she had to stay on topic, this was very important.

"It's your coronation, your highness. so it is your choice." She smiled softly and put her hand on his shoulder gently. "I'll see what I can do." She would go with red, he had shown some resistance and she wanted it to be perfect. The best the castle had ever seen. Even if it meant she would work herself to the edge of death and over she was ready to do it. But when important things happened she always got like this.

"Yes, thank you your highness." She bowed back, and turned to look after her Tou. Henna walked quickly towards him, her purple shirts swishing as she walked. "Alex?" She called and once she could put a hand on her shoulder. "Alex? Are you okay?" She bit her lip and crouched down to his level, looking into his eyes. He was most definitely intoxicated. She took the empty bottle from his hands and placed it on the table, then she picked him up and held him in her arms like she would a child. "Come on old man." She cooed, grabbing a loft of bread from the table as she carried him towards the door.