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Elizabeth looked at Bea. She sighed and shook her head. 


"Father may be nearby. He could be watching as we speak. Do you truly wish for him to be angry with you NOW of all times, sibling? The ball is more than just that. A successor shall be chosen at the end of all this. If you wish to remain a possible one, and not be eliminated early, please calm yourself."



The princess, then, glanced at Victor, before her eyes landed on Bea again. 


"That is something we can agree on, yes."


The young woman truly hoped the sparring would not happen. They could not risk a fight, she thought. That was when she noticed Nos there, nearby. She greeted him properly. 



"Nos, welcome, greetings. I see someone has finally lifted his nose from his work and has come to greet the guests. Hopefully father does not become too unhappy with you not showing up at important matters such as this on time. I am glad you have arrived regardless. It is truly a relief you have arrived right as the first guests have. Now, shall we give the guests a proper greeting before the first evening truly begins?"



Elizabeth subtly gestured towards the guests in question as they arrived. She did her best to be as formal as possible. There was quite the chance that their father, the king, was somewhere nearby, watching them, keeping an eye on them and all that. That was what she thought anyway. She hoped that was not the case as the moment though, for obvious reasons. The princess took a breath and did her best to remain calm as well. 



"May father choose the best possible successor to the throne."