Aisling slipped into the Court and down the hall, pausing to curtsied before the Summer King. [color=ed1c24]"King of Summer, I have come on behest the King, My Lord, of Fall. A exchange he has to offer ye, news for trade of Winter Court thy enemies."[/color] Green eyes watch the Lord of Fae from her bowed position as she slowly straightened. What a boyish King this one was. Even she could see his youth having spent so long among Fae halls. Her long red hair was plaited in curls down her back as long bangs and lashes framed her eyes. She knew she was beautiful to men, even a few young fairies had approved. The works of beauty would not apply here so skills of diplomacy and fencing with words. Sewing meaning and intention into a blended seam until the Fae agreed to a deal fitting to her Lord. It would be tricky work.