[@Wick]

Adelina stood by the door, hands clenching the fabric of her skirt as she stared at the prince. His form was certainly...strange to look at. At first glance she thought him abhorrent but the longer she stared at him, the less shocked she felt. Adelina had always been good at taking what life threw at her and running with it. So while she had been terribly surprised upon first seeing him, she was quickly growing to accept this form that was the prince. When he stood up, only the barest of flinches jolted her shoulders and she stood steadfast as the prince settled his cloak around him and made his way over to her. When he reached for her hand, her first instinct was to draw back but the forced her hand to not move as he took it gently, shaking it lightly. Her eyes fell, examining his hand with curiosity. He had fierce-some claws yet she didn't feel even a prick from them. Her eyes trailed up, taking in the rest of his form. Standing directly in font of her, she was aware of just how tall he was. He towered over by a good foot and a half, she had to tip her head all the way back to even meet his eyes. 

As he continued speaking, her brow furrowed slightly as she tried to figure out if he was jesting on his friends behalf or if he truly was not aware of his own condition. Though she soon divulged that he was jesting as his friend lobed an apple at the prince and the prince's straight-face broke out into a grin. Adelina blinked at the change. When he was smiling like that, he didn't seem so monstrous. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, it made her shoulders relax slightly and she exhaled a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. She gave him a small smile in return. 

[color=f7976a]"Yes, I'm afraid the poor castle is in a state of disrepair. But fear not, I'll have it clean in no time."[/color]