Prince Niklas Konig watched with mild confusion and resignation at the going-ons. Ultimately, this was outside of his realm- the fight between the two older nations' little ones, Liv and Anton, or "Ronny," and the relationship between Liv and Edwin. He nonetheless approved of that pairing, even if he knew they'd be exceptionally awkward about it. 

Niklas allowed himself to be torn away [and he was rather grateful for it], giving the others a long, unreadable stare. Turning back to this betrothed, he properly proffered his arm to her until they reached the dance floor, taking several long moments to formulate a response.

"The group we found ourselves associating with today is quite... strange." His sudden formality took even he off guard, but he felt nonetheless tense and bothered with Alejandro here. The man had a reputation for finding out secrets, and Niklas's secrets were too important, too great, to allow anyone to know. If there was a single clue that Alejandro knew something... then that one would have to be eliminated. And yet, he was much loved by a great many people- doing so might bring undue attention to his elimination, however well done it might be.

Trying to roll the uneasiness out of his shoulders, Niklas gave Mai a poor attempt at a smile, and offered Mai both hands for a dance. "Let us dance, m'lady."

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Back with the others, Fareeha stood gruffly, leaning back slightly with a very observant and judging pose- just a hint of that military discipline. She didn't like this lady-man's look, and automatically despised him almost as much as Casimier- which she didn't think was possible, until she found another peacock. 

[i]Jesus Christ, our group is attracting the little lord, that small greekish weasel, and now an even more annoying Casimier! Heavens above grant me the strength not to punch someone important these next few months, who knew royalty was so ridiculous?[/i]

Unfortunately, she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach- there were more than one eligible princes, suddenly showing up, and her parents desperately wanted a match for her so they could bring something new to Mamlakat. But then again, forcing Fareeha into a match might result in a storm the likes of which none has seen from her before...

Viciously, Fareeha imagined punching the Lady-man's face, before wiping off all that crap on his face and forcing him to look at a mirror of his natural self. The kid might just have a heart attack from it!

Outwardly, Fareeha was her cool, collected self, even if her raised eyebrows denoted her skepticism and lack of awe in the peacock's ensemble.

She made some pains to be polite before getting down to the bread and butter of the discussion...

"Well, you already know me as Fareeha Amari, Princess of Mamlakat Alssahra. And you look ridiculous."