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	Elizaveta could only smile in agreement with her betrothed. She knew that people were not used to someone who was of royal decent to perform such tasks. Though her own staff might be accustomed to it, she knew it would take time for others not to look at her oddly. Then again, perhaps they always would, only time would tell. Turning her attention back to Leon, Elizaveta tilted her head to the side slightly as he explained that he was not even aware who his betrothed was as of yet. It did seem odd to send one to such an event and not even know. Why would his parents wish to keep such information from him? It would seem prudent to have one be prepared as they could be. 

	[color=a187be]"I am sure they have their reasons and I will trust that whom ever has been destined to be wed to you will be most pleased to be on your arm,"[/color] Elizaveta said in a thoughtful and kind voice. Glancing up at her own betrothed and then back towards Leon she wondered what would have happened if things had been arranged differently. She was not displeased with her betrothal in the slightest. Nikolai was handsome, from a good family and homeland. He was treating her and others well. There was a gentleness to him she was pleased to see and a frankness to him she was glad to hear. She felt they could do well together. Though she did have to wonder, the what if's in life liked to play with ones mind. 

	Though Elizaveta was not one to dwell on the past but only learn from it; this was not the past. This was the present and was unfolding before them as they spoke. Leon had been on she had personally selected as one she felt something could grow from and here he was with no knowledge of his betrothed. Glancing around for a moment she wondered who could it be or was perhaps there not enough women to go around and become attached? Would that leave Leon alone? Or would be become some player in a game that parents had set into play to see which children could fall in line and which could not? The thought left a horrid taste in her mouth but it was not out of the realm of possibility. All things were possible. 

	Smiling over as introductions were made, Elizaveta held her hand out to gently shake Bartrams. [color=a187be]"It is truly a pleasure to meet you."[/color]