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[hr][color=Palevioletred][b]Location;[/b][/color] Abhainn's Ballroom
[color=Palevioletred][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] King Maddox Auclair {[@Scarlet Loup]}, Prince William Pengrance {[@Legion02]}, Prince Antoine {[@vFear]}[/center][hr][hr] 
Amaryllis was just beginning to relax, just starting to let herself melt into the beat of the music when a frighteningly familiar voice pulled her out of it. Why was it frightening? Because she had replayed that voice over and over in her head for the past six years, witnessing first hand how it faded away into a whisper of memory. But now it was here. And it belonged to someone standing right in front of her. And that someone was talking to her. 

To be frank, Lissa had played this moment in her mind again and again, coming up with different scenarios of how they would meet, reunite and embrace. Of course, it would always end in the same thing, but it was only now that she realised that it was impossible for that to ever happen. [i]Stupid. [/i] She had planned to be graceful, charming and, well, in control - but now all she could do was stand and stare at King Maddox, almost clinging on to William for dear life. It was after a few agonising moments that Amaryllis finally managed to pull herself out of the state of shock she had seemed to be frozen in, only to replace the silence with ridiculous stammering. 

[color=Palevioletred][b]"I...um - well... I don't -" [/b][/color]Thankfully, she cut herself off before she could do any more damage. If he didn't recognise her before, then what was he going to think now? This moment was supposed to be perfect - the reunion she had come all this way for! And now she was letting it slip through her fingers like sand. Maybe it was the mask? She should go somewhere, take it off and then come back. Start again. Yes, that was a good idea. 

Standing up a little straighter, looking uncharacteristicly flustered, Lissa let out a deep sigh and finally looked him in the eyes while letting a small, embarrassed smile grace her features. She was just opening her mouth to excuse herself when another voice made itself known in what could now be identified as a group. Lissa almost sagged in relief as her gaze flitted away from the King to a vaguely familiar face addressing the circle one by one. 

Her jaw involuntarily clenched at the mention of the marriage, but she replaced the grimace with a friendly smile aimed towards the Slibahan Prince in a mere moment. She had heard his name here and there during her time in Slibah, although he had never been a firm topic of conversation for any of the other nobles, so he had never particularly caught her eye. But now when she met the young man's eye, she felt herself relax more with his steady gaze. Lissa took a second to marvel at how much of a reassuring presence this boy seemed to possess despite him being so young, even moreso when he addressed her with impeccable manners that only a royal could ever possess. 

The fleeting glimpse of tranquility was gone, however, by the time he reached for her hand as a gesture of greeting, she assumed. She was brought back to reality as her mind processed what was happening around her and, again, her heart began to hammer in her chest so loudly that she would not have been surprised if the men around her could hear it. Vaguely, she accepted the brief kiss on the knuckles with a gracious smile and a dainty blush as her mind whirled. Fortunately, her voice escaped from her lips as smoothly and as confidently as she was used to while she returned the greeting. 

[color=Palevioletred][b]"The pleasure is all mine, your grace. I trust your journey here was pleasant enough? I'm sorry I couldn't join you - I left a few hours earlier to visit my family, you see." [/b][/color]Upon waiting for an answer from the Prince and with a smooth tilt of the head, she then returned her gaze to that of Maddox's and swept down into a quick curtsy. 

[color=Palevioletred][b]"It is wonderful to see your majesty again, and of course to be back in Abhainn." [/b][/color]Her eyes sparked as she allowed them to sweep over the ballroom before meeting those of Maddox's, her once-lost composure now fully righted despite the near-hysteria she was feeling inside. 

[color=Palevioletred][b]"It is quite enchanting. I find that so much has changed, yet some things have remained exactly the same after all this time."[/b][/color] Like most of her words these days, it was disguised as a simple statement - yet, if the listener wanted, a whole new meaning could be struck away from the words. Without even having to introduce herself, she had confirmed to the King that it was indeed her, that she would be staying for at least a while, and that there was still some part of the old her in there somewhere that was still reminiscent of the good old days.