Alecto thoughtfully took another bit of the apple, letting the juices permeate her mouth. It was fresh and fragant, emboldening her straightforwardness to procure one from the basket she was carrying on. Here and there, she eyed the soldiers getting up, rubbing their sore backs. Words were exchanged, somber glares were witnessed. Alecto pondered on the exchange that had taken place. Truth to be told, her gaze had been on the King Regent. Her half brother. He was infuriatingly talented. Truly a blessed of the sword.

And given his taunting, he was well aware of his own skills. The Knight of Sin pondered on what to do with him. Sure, she could crush a lot of knights in name only with her physical skill alone, but this King was a rare beast. She would probably want to avoid direct confrontation and focus on her maid guise. Not to mention there was also the matter of a champion in addition to the regent.

Flicking her raven her, she breathed deep as she hefted the basket of apples, and headed towards the kitchen. She had taken an hour for a ten-minute chore, and her particular choice of master, that of the second prince, equally talented and egotic as the regent, would no doubt meet her lax behaviour with disapproval. But she was not Alecto, she was Ally. And she was rather incompetent.

"I brought the apples!" She chimed in, as her brown eyes met with those of Anatolia, who was acting very tense. That girl... it was obvious what she really wished from the prince, but she still insisted in playing the rules of servants. And... did she just admit she endorsed the second prince ovethrowing her elder brother?

"Oooh, Ana, you must like the master a lot." She jeered. "You know, you could eat an apple, fall asleep and then wait for the fateful k-i-s-s." Ally said, as she fumbled around with the basket, without a care of the world regarding her tardiness.