The Royal Palace

Blake gazes around the palace as they are lead through it. It doesn't match the man he knew at all, Renaux certainly hadn't decorated this. This place was older than the current king though and it contained centuries of collected wealth. Centuries of Gauldish art and style. When they get to the rooms Blake advises Gaspar that they require nothing further. Once the old butler leaves, the captain would go to sit next to Camilla. He doesn't say anything, he just takes her hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze. He can't guess what is going through her head, or how she is feeling. He just wants her to know he is there for her.

After the old butler left, she sighed and rubbed her lower back as she felt the ache from sitting so long in the carriage. "I wanted to wait until I was sure to talk to you about why I don't feel well, I am not sure how to tell you my suspicions because I never got to tell Evrand and don't have the... knowledge of the right words to say." Camilla turned to face him, an unsure expression etched in her face as her gaze met his.

"I also didn't want you to worry more than you already have..." A sigh blew passed her lips and she steeled herself for a possible bad reaction to what she would say next, "I am mostly certain that..." She paused and licked her lips, her voice had grown husky with nerves and even cracked a little... "That I'm ah... with child again." She winced as if anticipating a stormy expression.

"Of course it's yours..." she said, grumpily, for he inadvertently made it sound like some other man was involved. In fact, her lips wibbled a little like she would burst into tears at the very thought, even the tiniest notion that he might think there was someone else... SHE didn't know he probably wasn't even going that route, but hormones... yeah.

"I said I think I am, I am almost sure. It is still early, but it would explain a lot. We haven't exactly been careful, have we?" Her arms opened wide in a shrug, "So..." She moved to the window again, shoulders slumping, "I am making it clear to you that you are not under any obligation... If this isn't something you want, I respect that."

She gives a groan of relief when he pulls her in like that. Camilla wrapped her arms around him in return, but still felt worried... "What do we do, then, my love? Keep everything the way it is or should we...?" She faltered on the word "marry" because she didn't know how to feel. She would never completely be over Evrand, but she didn't want to be alone. She also loved Blake, but was figuring out why she felt the what she did about a second marriage... The idea frightened her... Would he, too, die because of her?

Dread was the only way she could describe the feeling. "I... I don'y want to lose you." came the whisper as she set her forehead down upon his shoulder. "I couldn't bear it." And it was true... She was still fragile no matter how much she moved on, but she had seen so much death in her short life, lost everyone she loved. Not Blake too, not her children and his family... Please let the sadness end..

"Good, neither am I." She smiled tiredly, then proceeded to get comfortable in his lap. "I love you..." She drifted off into a deep sleep within moments.

After everything had settled, and the night had passed without further incident (at least until morning when he'd be able to hear her rush to take care of the sickness), she was dressed in the new red number she'd had made for her... Camilla debated on the wearing of the matching circlet, decided to do it because of her station, and fashioned her hair into a simple braid. Unlike some nobles, her face was devoid of cosmetics, unfashionably so in some places if not in this place where a lot of things were very over the top in some ways.

It was a very strange place to her, for she though she was getting used to the technology in the area, she came from more medieval technology... Even her gown was different than she was used to... It was beautiful, yes, but the seamstress was one to create new when inspired by a client, and the woman not only had a fat purse given to her but Camilla was quite comely, herself... And being a foreign princess who was very well mannered and kind? Madame Evera was practically peeing her pantaloons with glee at the chance -her- creations would be in high demand and toiled obsessively until said princess was outfitted just so.

An eye roll happened when she caught sight of herself in the looking glass... Such frippery... But I digress, duty called. She was ready for the luncheon and, consequently, the presentation to the nobles in that court.

As if on queue there is a knock at the door. Behind it is the impossibly impeccable butler Gaspar. He gives the couple a bow and says in his perfectly polite voice.

"If you would follow me, I will escort you to the hall."

Once the two are ready he would lead them through the palace, before coming to a room near the west end. The doors are already open and there is a few people already inside. It appears to be an informal luncheon with food in a buffet along the far wall and small table set up on the adjacent walls. The main floor being dedicated to mingling. A few of the gentry are already present though with the notable absence of the king. Gaspar says something to the herald who announces the two.

"Presenting Princess Camilla of Medan and Captain Devrin Blake of the Royal Air Force."

Eyes turn to eye the unlikely couple and brief bit of murmuring trills through the crowd.

Commandant Murat Lafayette was already seated at the table. He had met Blake once or twice at the various military formals held throughout the year in Travere. He had liked the man, seemed an honest sort, even if it was a shame he was in the wrong part of the air force.

The woman was new though, and while he had heard of her, he had never met her or any member of her family. He raised his glass in acknowledgement of the pair before returning to his conversation regarding pegasi.

He shookoff the surprised look on his face and wracked his brain to try and figure out the last ball he had been at here. It had been before his parents had passed, certainly. No matter though, he tended to ignore such things when his advisers let him, and as he had noone to present to the King to marry at the time, there had been no sense in him going.

Before being announced, he grabs Eleniels hand, a clear sign of their status that would not be ignored. He had no desire to cause gossip, but sometimes it was unavoidable.

"I love you." He whispered in her ear just before the doors opened wide and they stepped through.

His brothers had been threatened with a multitude of punishments should they not behave, and they appeared to take it seriously as they matched their older brother in his bow to those assembled.