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	As more and more of the royalty entered Elizaveta looked each one of them over. She kept quiet, she was taught to always observe before she approached. You could learn so much by the way a person a carried themselves, how they spoke to others; especially how they spoke to those they felt were beneath them. She had been taught that the way we treat those less fortunate than ourselves reveals our true selves. She smiled softly as the wind caught her hair, it was such a warm and pleasant change from her homelands, though she would not lie and say she did not already miss them and her people. She felt she could do them far better good with helping back at home than here but this was what was required of her, so here she was.

	Sergi stood behind her, ever watchful over the Grand Duchess, filling her in on this person and that from the information they had gathered from before the trip. He had tried to fill her in during the journey but she had so much on her mind and ended up on the phone with her grandmother back home most of the time approving this and that. One project she had been deeply involved in was a childrens orphanage she had commissioned to be built in the capitol. It was her prized project right then and would help hundreds of children still struggling with a home, clothing, food and to her; most importantly was the education they would be provided. 

	Her phone at that time rang and she quickly answered it. Her grandmother calling to ensure she was there, being treated properly and safe. She reassured her time and time again that she was perfectly fine, that she was enjoying herself and that everything was going smoothly so far. Her grandmother worried so much, too much in her mind, but she understood why. Granted she wondered just how much trouble she could get into in the last hour since she had last spoken to the woman. She laughed, told her once again that she was fine and hung up, turning the phone off. She knew she would get an ear full later but she truly did not care at this time. She had work to do, for her nation, it needed her attention; not her grandmother.

	As they were told that they were to go for a meal she rose from her place and grasped her clutch in her fingers. Spotting the one she had leaned she was betrothed to but she still did not approach him; in her old worldly mind it would not be right for the woman to make such a move. Perhaps she needed to start joining the present century but she preferred the class that the old ways provided. It was just who she was. There was nothing that would change it. Everything she did from the way she carried herself to her views on the betrothal was all rooted in the old ways. If they had not been, she would not have attended and would still be at home as her grandmother wished.

	Stepping into the dining hall she glanced around, her azure eyes darting around noting the differences in the architecture. It was truly beautiful to behold. Stepping over to the table she picked a seat that had not been spoken for as of yet, near the center of the table so she could listen with better ease to each person as they spoke to each other. She cared not to place herself in a position of old power by choosing one closer to the head of the table. [i]"Observation is key my little one,"[/i] she thought, her grandmothers voice ringing in her mind. 

	Setting herself down comfortably she rested her clutch next to her in the chair and leaned back. Looking at the flatware, the table setting, the attention to detail that had been placed before all the royals. She had to admire someone who could put this together. Their staff must be well versed in such things to pull it off to look so opulent and yet effortless at the same time. She was impressed and grateful as well, she would have to find the head of staff and thank them personally herself. 

	Sergi came up behind her once again and she groaned inwardly. Turning her head she motioned for him to get away but he stood his ground, another look as she lowered her head but half an inch while her eyes caught his and he nodded, moving off to the side of the room. She smiled and turned her attention back to those there. She felt a little silly thinking she should just say hello but then again, she would have plenty of time to get to know each of them over the next three months. this was her first time out of her nation and she intended to enjoy herself, no matter what the reason behind her having to be there was.