Hadrian bowed slightly as if thankful for the offer, but ultimetly made no motion to take a seat, instead he eleected to move slightly to the side and stand in a relaxed, yet attentive stance. Olifina however curtsied and thanked the queen for her offer and took a seat, her hands folding over each-other politely as she sat. Both Hadrian and Olifina turned their heads to the new entry into the room, Hadrian nodding in welcome to Rancor, Olifina however flashed him a smile as she nodded politely as well. As Olifina turned her head back to the monarchs, Hadrian elected to scan the room, his eyes dancing off each member in attendance. Something had obviously occurred, one could cut the forming tension in the air with a knife. glancing down at his seated daughter, Hadrian was more than sure that even Olifina could feel it, but she kept her face straight as she listened.

In fact Olifina felt it, not by the tension in the air, but by the subtle social ques that one learns to notice when spending the large part of everyday around certain individuals. An eye flick here, a sigh there, the little things that painted a bigger picture. Still she remained quiet and politely listened to the monarchs. Still, as if to comfort herself, she traced the callouses on her hands with the tips of her fingers, her hands still folded politely. It was a habit from her younger days, when she had first developed the hard patches of skin on her hands, and it now served her well in revealing the tension as she waited for the queen to speak.