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Jewlet watch Grant and shook her head lightly. "Apology accepted." She smiled lightly. 'This is so much fun!' A childish voice said in her head. She looked around and found a place to put the plate of food down. "It is fine. Things happen. So, Don't worry about it. Okay?" She said as her childish smile appeared on her face. She placed her hands behind her and looked around. Now, she had no idea what to do. Jewlet turned her eyes to the person the prince was looking at. She shook her head lightly with a light laugh. "That is true." She turned to the prince and Grant.

Amanae watched as the colorful festivities continued, feeling like she might start hyperventilating or something equally ridiculous. That does it, she told herself, Impolite or not, you really do have to get yourself out of here. Quietly and, hopefully, discreetly, the Princess began making her way out toward the courtyard.

Amanae picked up the pace a little, although she couldn't have said why; there was just this vague feeling that someone was following her. She had no intention of turning back to check, of course. In all likelihood, this was just another symptom of her sudden case of nerves.

As she stepped out into the courtyard, she breathed a sigh of relief; while it was by no means empty, it was much, much less crowded than the ballroom, and the direct moonlight gave both her energy and her strength of mind a little boost.

Amanae's muscles automatically relaxed into combat readiness at the sound of that particular voice. What the hell could he want? After a second or two, she turned around, careful not to look the Prince in the eyes. "Yes, it is," she said flatly. She didn't care about being polite at the moment. "Can I help you?"

Henna fell to the cold hard stone floor with a ‘thump’ “Ugh.” She moaned and took a moment to sort out all her thoughts. Once she regained her minds she sat up and looked at the boy, he looked in pain. “I’m sorry Alex.” She cooed and moved over to kneel beside him. She hugged him to her chest and rubbed his back. “Do you want some tea? It will help with the hurt, I promise.” She felt bad for letting the boy drink so much, she could have stepped in but she was to busy being selfish and working with the prince to do so. She kissed the top of his head softly and laid the side of her face against his hair. “It’s ok.” She cooed. Once again proving how much she wanted a child and a real family of her own.

Jewlet looked at the wall. "Your welcome." The she looked out at the dance floor. She didn't quiet like standing here like this; she felt like a wall flower. She was getting lost in her past now: learning dance steps by standing on her dads feet and learn manners from her sweet mother. These thoughts made a smile come a cross her face that was light and sweet. Then she snapped back to reality when Grant spoke. "No thank you." She said with a calm voice. She looked up and started to hum a soft tune.

Amanae didn't take it. "Then I gladly give you my word, Your Highness," she said, her voice cold, "However, I will not be requiring your assistance. Goodnight." She didn't wait for his response before turning and walking back into the ballroom. She would have to make another attempt at an exit later on in the evening.