Ally smiled sheepishly, as she let the routinely tasks wash any hint of animosity. She took the blows in stride, having failed to provoke an amusing reaction from the too-strict-for-her liking princess aide. She did what she know and what she could, which was just nod and smile like a moron, not reacting to the jabs. However, the incompetent maid seemed to flinch negatively at the invasion of her personal space by Anatole, who proceed to throw her insult back at her.

"Yeah, a dreamy prince. That'd be nice. Ah well." She let out, sighing in bliss and holding back the temptation to engage in japes with what had become her self-appointed chief of staff. She was more like a little tyrant, but castle servants were such a spineless lot that they flinched upon her orders, and lapped up her obligatory compliments, who looked more like generic moral boosters of a squad leader rather than genuine ones. Even if they were really genuine. Still, Ally allowed her clumsy disguise a reprieve, and decided to act somewhat competently serving the breakfast.

Besides, that old fart of the Captain of the Guard was there, with that eerie sword. She dedicated a gentle smile at him, as she served him his food. A well fed dog was a complacent dog. And given her state of affairs, with her black raven hair and actual skills, it was better for the all the hounds of the kingdom to be so lazy and intoxicated that they would be unable to catch a cripple as he tried to run. She needed to be beneath notice in order to have a chance of success.

Still, she decided not to dwell into much about it, and she just kept to her breakfast duties, partly because she didn't want to be the center of attention, but also in order to catch any piece of juicy information from the gossip that could further her goals. She didn't need to wait too much. Apparently, his majesty the Crown Prince, had visited briefly the kitchen rather that sitting down and having the juicy meal someone of his stature deserved. Then, as servants had recalled, the second prince had failed to appear. And Anatole, his loyal womanservant had wasted no time in excusing herself, before heading towards the exterior. 

[i]Weapons training again, most likely.[/i] Alecto sighed to herself, as she picked up a tray and several dishes, and she skillfully arranged a breakfast set. "That boy he's far too dilligent. No matter if it's the second prince, he can't be skipping breakfast." She said, feigned concern in her voice. Even so, the denizens of the kitchen considered the token statement good enough, and she deftly paced towards, following the path outside where Rowan and Anatole were.

[i]Such a playboy, he's got already the poor little girl wrapped around his finger. Alas, she's bound to disappointment. Rowan does not love anything but the power that he craves. So wonderfully disgusting.[/i] The black knight in disguise thought as she advanced with the tray, in a rather bold stance. "M'lord, here is your breakfast. I personally saw that you got a ration befitting your stature. Please try the apples, miss Anatole spent a good deal of time cutting them. It would be an honor for her if you were to delight yourself in such dish." Ally said, full of bootlickery, as she placed the dishes on a table nearby, skipping a couple of steps. Her sight lingered on the blades and the sparring dummies, as she impishly picked up one of said contramptions and, as clumsily as she could swung it, while making rather comical sounds.

"Swoosh! I killed the dragon, and saved the kingdom!" She said, before adding. "By the way, the Crown Prince also missed today his breakfast. I think he's going to dote that mare of his. One would say he cares more about his steed than his kingdom at times..." She let the jab or invective without remorse, in a playful gossip. But the motivation was far darker.

[i]I wonder, prince, what kind of music will you produce when I tug the strings of your heart?[/i]