"Prince Droka, it is a pleasure." Jinayah curtsied, ignoring the faintest pop of her knees. "I am Princess Jinayah of Apura. It's a true pleasure. I am sorry to hear about your brother." Not knowing the context behind his death, she could only think of what it would mean to lose one of her own sisters.

"You're luckily still in time for the main ball. Would you prefer to dance, or should I show you to the food table?" Then again, perhaps the Prince would simply prefer to rest after a long time of travel.