Edwin watched Raven closely as she spoke; Initially, he thought it was just a trick of the light but by the end of the speech there was no doubt in his mind that she'd gone red. He couldn't blame her; She had to address a congregation of the next generation of world leaders, it was not a matter that could be taken lightly. Edwin and Richard, flanked by their guardsmen, followed Jasper to the hall. He had to admit that it was impressive and certainly very beautiful.
The line of thought was cut short as his mind was quickly forced back to the matters at hand as he listened to what more Raven had to say. Out of the corner of his vision, Edwin saw Richard glanced over to him as he heard that the kings and queens would sit at one table and the heirs at another. That created complications for their security plans, particularly given their individual statuses. Edwin was more than willing to tackle the problem immediately, however, and he spoke up only a few seconds after the words had been spoken.
"Harold, you're with me." Edwin ordered as he glanced over to the soldiers behind him. "Richard, sit with the monarchs. Arthur, you shall stand with him and be on your guard." There were a handful of sharp salutes from the two soldiers and Richard nodded swiftly
"As you will." He paused for a moment before leaning in and whispering to Edwin "Are you sure this is wise?"
"You are a king. You shall be treated as one in my presence." Edwin replied with a small smile before turning on his heel and stalking over to the table, taking a seat towards the end and pulling out one of the chairs beside him. Harold remained stood behind him for several moments as Edwin sat patiently.

He had hoped Harold would get his meaning, unfortunately it appeared he did not. It was to be expected of course, the young man had been trained as a bodyguard and bodyguards typically did not get invited to dine with the people they were supposed to protect.
"You may take a seat, Harold." Edwin said as he motioned to the seat beside him.
"The table is for the heirs, sir." Harold replied
"Come now, you've eaten with me before, what's the difference now? I'd be glad of the familiar company and there are spare places set." Edwin replied as he motioned to the seat. Harold hesitated again before taking the seat beside the prince 
"Whatever pleases you, my lord." He relented as he sat down, glancing out over the hall. Edwin turned his attention back towards the other heirs, deep in thought. This was a monumental occasion; Not entirely unprecedented, to be sure, but extremely rare none the less. He had no doubt in his mind that this day would go down in history due to the abnormal amount of betrothals occurring in this one place. His father had certainly seen it as a prestige boosting event that the family would have been remiss had they failed to attend. 

An occasion that's grandness was only overshadowed by the unfortunate consequences in the lives of the many heirs assembled here, most in their teens still and a few barely our of them. That wouldn't likely be found in any history books; the commoners took love for granted. It was something they were free to find in their own time and he envied them for that, just as they envied him for his power and wealth. It was a trade he would probably have made, if given the option.
Instead here he was at a dinner hall in a country so far from home, preparing to meet the girl he was to marry and attempting to fulfil his fathers... Considerable agenda.
He sighed weakly as he snapped back into reality, sitting straight in the chair and glancing over to Richard, who had seated himself at the other table, before scanning the heirs once again with no small sense of trepidation.