Be Our Guest - A Royal Event/Table 2

## Table

Denali BeckertSelene NightluckCharlie PetrovaDiana HollandeCharlotte AllardOlivier Bouchard
## Roleplay

She strolled into the room, her heels clicking on the tiles and her gaze danced around the room. Her dress was a dark blue gown that had only one shoulder strap, but even the strap was elegantly designed that it wrapped around her neck. It had a slit in the skirt and it reached from her hip to her ankles. Her blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders but one side was tucked behind her ears, to show off the golden ear ring. Her gaze settled on the table that was dubbed table "two" and found herself somewhat familiar with one of them. Not seeing her sister, she decided to head towards that one and stood behind a chair and rested her hands on them, her dark red nails polished enough that one's face was probably able to be reflected in them. "May I?" She asked in a clear voice.

She slid herself down into the seat, "Il semble que nous savons tous un peu français , alors."

She blinked slightly and her fingers began to tap out a tune on the table with her fingers, she wasn't a German speaker so she had nothing to contribute to the conversation.

Her eyes slid back to him and she nodded once with a smile, "do I look that much like Harry?" She asked as she rested her chin on her knuckles.

She kept her face empty of emotion and chuckled, "something like that."

"Harry..." she started then trailed off, "I haven't seen him in a while so I don't have much to say on his personality." She hedged before nodding to Selene, "I'll take the pretty part as a compliment, though."

She covered her mouth with her hand as if it was the most natural thing in the world. In all honesty, it was too cover her smile, "yes, it is," she agreed with him, "where'd you buy it?"

She blinked slowly at Selene's request before saying, "just water."

Her interest was dragged back and she blinked at him in surprise, "You gave up the throne?" She asked in amazement.

She closed her mouth and slightly gulped. She could see what they were saying but at least he had the choice. She smiled, "then I should commend you for it."

She glanced at Diana and nodded, "hey there."

"You seem to be surrounded," she told Denali with a smile as she regarded the two new people, "I'm Charlie, by the way," she told everyone.

"Wouldn't it be god*dess*?" She asked.

"Make sure you're not praying at our temples," she said, quite obviously joking and had no interest in doing anything with the boy across from her. Glancing up, she spied her sister and smiled slightly at the dress but didn't move to say hello. Lord knows, this was meant to be her night.

She drummed her fingers on the table, glancing at the royal family, "is it true there's a rivalry going on, between Solar and Lunar?" She asked as she heard it out of gossip.

"Seems more the adults than the children," she continued, not really meaning for it to be a heavy conversation, more gossip, "the children have little to no grudges."

She shook her head slightly, as if dragging herself out of her thoughts and smiled at him, "no wonder you left the throne, then," she replied.

She shrugged gazing around the room once more, "I have no idea," she confessed.

She raised an eyebrow at the obvious attempts of flirting from Denali. She would comment upon it but her attention was on Olivier now.

She beamed up at him, enjoying the attention. "Likewise, my dear knight," she purred.

"I wouldn't call English that romantic," she mused, "it's rather...bland. Compared to French or Latin, anyway."