Audience Room

Cliona had watched the trio outside the walls speaking and saw Lorcan throw something at the King. She smiled and shook her head some towards their antics. She watched the man from her window and realized that he was heading this way, she fixed herself and immediately followed him into the Audience chambers, curious to know why her cousin was here visiting the Eastern palace herself. She hadn't seen her cousins in some time and seeing her placed a smile on her face, even if her father did take over their Kingdom.
"Cousin." She spoke gently, her tone light as a smile tugged her lips. She dipped herself in a curtsey, pulling her dress out of in a greeting. She stopped at Connall's side but stood a little ways off to the side. Not really prepared to explain to her why she was here in the first place but she figured that she didn't really care to know, knowing her. With a pause, she'd eye the female with a tilt of her head before looking over to her friend with a just as curious face plastered on her face. She stood at ease and rested her hands folded over her stomach.

Lorcan followed quickly after his King, his palm resting on the pommel of his sword as he moved along, having unfortunately managed to give him a head start as he had stopped to apologize to Cori before rushing off. So, he entered the Audience Room a few moments after the King did, immediately moving over to the wash basin and trying his best to rid his hands and arms of the blood that had accumulated there. He would also grab one of the towels that were there and soak it in the water before bringing it to the King, hoping that he would use it to wipe the blood from his face despite the fact that he hadn’t done so for himself. He would stand beside the King afterwards, letting his gaze drift down to the two women that were standing there. If he could really call the shorter one a woman; she looked like a babe and reminded him of his sister. “Oh lord…” he would sigh and shake his head, knowing that they must look like barbarians to the child, and hoping that they wouldn’t scare her. He knew that he would look rather scary just by himself, his shirt torn and bloody with scarlet droplets staining not only his skin but his hair as well, but combine his imagine with the bloodied image of the King and he figured that any decent lady would be having nightmares for weeks.

Lorcan couldn't help but laugh when the Queen was able to peg who he was with hardly a glance, “Indeed. Captain of the King’s Guard,” he would grin, his smile almost cocky. He found this quite entertaining, knowing that people were speaking about him in other kingdoms, though he didn't quite realize what she was suggesting; that women were describing him to her, like there were many women that actually knew what he looked like. Though, he would sober when the Queen continued to speak, introducing herself to Connall and then going on to say that she had brought the Princess of the Eastern Kingdom with her. He didn't even flinch when curses rained down on the room, echoing from Connall’s mouth and not giving the room a chance to have an awkward silence. Though, when the girl approached Connall and tried to soothe him he would frown, his brows furrowing as sympathy was suddenly evident on his face, “Oh child, you needn't worry about that,” he would murmur, shooting Connall a glare before approaching her, despite the complete mess he was. “We will take you in, don’t worry. I have a sister here at court, and I’m sure she would be delighted with your company,” he would speak calmly to her, simply ignoring the floundering that his King was doing, “Would you like that?” he asked, looking to her curiously.

When Lorcan first came up to her she looked down at his chest. Maybe because it was easier to see since she was at shoulder height to Lorcan. But also because she wanted to put some herbs on his open wounds. She kind of gave a sympathetic 'ouch' face. When he got a bit close she noticed her hands had wandered out of control towards the King and she shot them down to her sides. A part of her was still in the Clergy it seemed. The Abbey she lived in for a few years would scoff at her touching a man's hands. She moved her hands after to nervously play at her very long hair.

Listening to Lorcan she would give him one of her pristine smiles. She would like to be able to mingle with others but Court made her feel awkward. "A..As long as she is like you Captain. Possibly with more of a shirt on I.. I suppose. It sounds like it would be fun to have someone to speak too.. Speaking of shirts.. You should go get those bandaged." She would speak with a good blush to her face. When he did call her child a part of her face gave him a smirk. It was odd to see on the shy young lady's face. She went to retort until her eyes fled to the King as he spoke. Upon saying he wouldn't mind giving up the throne she kind of frowned a little. "Wouldn't my father be happy to notice that the King his people chose, and the daughter he accidentally bred weren't much for the idea of being a King or a Queen then?" She said in just but in a joke nonetheless. Teasing both herself and Connall. "I can understand your statement. Definitely. It was apparently about the same when my birth mother gave me up to the late Majesty and His Late Royal Highness. However I was more of a turmoil to their marriage and not sixteen." She said her age with a bit of an edge. When he apologized about her life she'd grin at him. "It is what doesn't kill us; that makes us stronger. And if that statement doesn't ring true. Well. At least you live your life knowing at some point. Some ass tried to kill you and you lived through it anyways. So why bother whining?"

She looked to Cliona and smiled as she spoke but then she tried to express that Ina needed to be taken care of; definitely what Clio didn't mean but Ina took it a little differently. "All I need from others is companionship and a little protection... I would not like to make your ladies have to deal with two princesses instead of one. I'll.. Be ok with getting dressed and cared for on my own." She'd smile though to the other princess. Giving her the knowledge that she very much so respected her. "I like to make my.. Own decisions. It has been like this since I was 11.. Some would.. argue 8.." She looked to Moira for a moment and then towards the Princess. "But your offer for protection is highly respected." When Cliona presented her hand, Ina looked at it and blinked. She wasn't very knowledged in these pleasentries. As a Cleric she was just to curtsey and mind her own business with Nobles. So she took it and shook Clio's hand a little mechanically.

Moira tilted her head as Connelly began talking, but then she straightened it to look more like a Queen then a confused and yet still very amused young woman. Her hands moved to settle on her stomach with her fingers intertwined. Watching the happenings. But still enjoying how hospital the Eastern Kingdom had shown to be. Looking to her cousin with a pleasant smile as she offered up her ladies to Ina. It was nice to hear them laughing and getting along. Though Ina's retorts did make her grin a little. It reminded Moira of a time when she herself was a little rebellious as a princess. She felt a pain hit her heart though, her other side was far away still; her twin. Without Morgan, Moira wouldn't have had some sort of rebellious thrill in her childhood. Though Moira was impeccable at acting like a lady. Her sister could beat her down to a pulp with her capabilities.

When she did hear Lorcan suggest that his chest wounds were merely scratches Moira would chuckle under her breath. "My husband would probably be crying." She actually stated to the open Audience Chamber. She enjoyed seeing this room filled with different emotions. It made her feel human for once in many years.