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Princess Annalise spent the remainder of the night floating from one person to the next attempting to converse with each of the visiting nobles at least once before she became too drunk to have a decent conversation. Speaking with Erick was easy enough though she did end up losing their game. It seemed as though the Prince from the North was used to drinking a much heartier amount then she was. She supposed battle would do that to someone, he seemed to handle his drink much better than any of the nobles she had had the displeasure of sharing drinks with while attending court. Alvaro seemed nice if not distracted but his conversation was pleasant. Lastly, Vyarin was much more difficult to speak with, she had a grasp on his language, she had been studying the languages of the continent since she could, however her formal speech and his casual usage was hard to navigate at times, not to mention the lack of words in his language for some of there common items. But they seemed to manage well enough in the short time they conversed, she did her best to make him comfortable as she was sure her sisters also had. Annalise was aware that the Prozdy culture was vastly different from their own so with him being in a strange environment she had no doubt that he would take some time to adjust. 

Though she had fun during the gathering and tried to avoid anything that would bring down the jovial mood she did still have to consider the options for herself and her country. Something she was far too inebriated to do afterward, instead she made her way to her room, significantly less gracefully than she normally would have, changed into her sleeping attire, and slept soundly on her bed. Awaking the next morning to light peeking through her curtains which she had failed to fully close the night before. She rolled over in her bed, covering her face with her pillow groaning into it as she felt a light headache forming. She had tried too hard to beat Erick only to still fail. She groaned again when she realized that meant she would have to honor his prize of her taking a ride with him. She hated riding if she were to be honest. Dresses and horses did not go well together and whereas she knew how to ride side saddle she still despised it, it was, after all, horribly uncomfortable. Maybe she would take a page out of Jin’s book and opt for pants. 


Shaking her head she got up from her bed after a couple more minutes of sulking and readied herself for the day. Choosing some more casual attire for now, as she would be expected to dress up later in the night for the ball. Though the clothing was still impressive to the common folk, Annalise didn’t have a single outfit that didn’t make her stand out from a crowd, a fact she hated sometimes. Dressed and somewhat ready for the day, Annalise exited her room and headed to the dinning hall, where she knew breakfast would be laid out for the royal family and the visiting suitors. She had to adjust herself as she exited her room. She had an appearance to keep, after all, “The Light of Astalia” couldn’t be seen as anything but the level headed, confident presence she had adopted over the years. She couldn’t show the Court or the Servants any signs of weakness or doubt, especially now, when they were so close to securing the alliances they needed. So with a deep inhale she headed toward the dining hall. Arriving to see her father at the end of the table, eyebrows furrowed as he ate in relative silence. Meals were about the only time advisers and other members of the Court left him alone. She walked toward him, kissing him on the cheek before taking a seat a little ways away from him, eating her own breakfast. The two often sat in a comfortable silence before the rest of the family gathered. Though today the silence was filled with tension from both sides. Something neither would voice aloud. Annalise silently hoped one of her sisters, or even one of the suitors would arrive soon to alleviate some of the tension.