Juno was terribly bored.
Which was odd, considering she didn't think it was even noon yet. Granted, both she and Acantha wouldn't have much of anything to do unless something massive popped up or one of his Highness's family members decided to leave (in which case Juno, Acantha, and a few others would have to play escort and chauffeur), but she wasn't known for her patience and itched for something to do.
The two had been stationed in the same room his Highness the King took to eating breakfast in once every blue moon, and this case this morning, and said nothing while the Little Princess had swept in and greeted her father, just like she always did no matter what room he occupied. Painfully uneventful and, as such, painfully boring.
One of the elves had spat on their Little Princess not too long ago. Juno thought about it almost constantly since then, about the little bit of activity they'd gotten that day and the in the uneventfulness since, and the way Acantha had seized up like she was going to strike it down right then and there. She hadn't, because it was no secret that the Little Princess was fond of elves, but the blonde had made it abundantly clear to everyone else not a member of the royal family that they should be more careful next time.
Juno allowed herself a sideways glance at Acantha. The woman stood, back straight and chin up, staring straight ahead without a hint of emotion on her face. Juno wondered about exactly what went on in that head of hers when her face looked like that.