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[b][center] — The Imperial Great Hall, The Conclave — [/center][/b]

[color=8B2C42]"I do not know you."[/color]

Prometheus blinked slowly at the blunt response, a small part of his mind appreciating the straight forwardness of the girl in front of him, a fresh contrast to the falsely pleasant walking jewellry box he just had the misfortune of speaking to. His altercation with Seldo had brought him as close to his limit for politics and double-speak as he dared, which was saying a great deal about his opinion of the Forloni prince considering he grew up in a house that hated him.

[Color=silver]"As I not you. Prince Prometheus Blackwater." [/color]

His posture relaxed a little, his hand slipping off of his sword's scabbard, his hand having been ready to draw it subconsciously without his conscious intent. The coldness in her eye had little effect on him, the coldness in his own reflecting it back to create a chilled atmosphere that he found oddly relaxing, like a cool bath on too warm of a day. Having introduced himself, he gave pause for her to to the same. His eyes also caught sight of Brendan again, still in conversation with the black haired prince, and briefly entertained the thought of speaking with him again before he focussed back on the much smaller girl in front of him as she looked up at him as if to reply, a strange  thing to observe considering they couldn't be more than a year apart in age.