[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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Fionn took the offered hand gently, bowing his head down respectfully.

[color=#008b8b]"There are, aren't there?"[/color] he agreed. [color=#008b8b]"Royal balls must be quite the occasion."[/color] He shifted his grip slightly, closing the younger princess's fingers around some of the candied fruits he'd been hiding in his grasp, before drawing his hand back with a sly wink. [color=#008b8b]"But I dare say, between us and your crown knights in attendance, you've little to fret over and much to enjoy."[/color]

Even if he couldn't take Tyaethe's advice to try and enjoy himself quite so easily, he could at least do his best to pass it on. In truth, even in his mercenary days, he'd rarely been comfortable carousing with the rest of his company, though they, at least, were of the same social standing he'd been born into. He much preferred to have something to [i]do[/i] rather than just to socialize, and helping alleviate someone else's nerves seemed as good a task to assign himself as any.

[color=#008b8b]"Fionn MacKerracher, at your service, your highness—at least for the length of the ball."[/color]