Re: 1d: Gwydion vs. Sir L1-4MNT
Iliza looks shocked at Meara's comment, not because she is offended, she had truthfully been thinking something along the same lines, and that thought did nothing to assuage the sudden worry that she'd been all too obvious. She found Prince Gwydion charming, courageous, genuine, and, yes, more than a bit attractive. That was no secret, judging by all teasing she'd endured these past few days, especially from her sister Irina. Normally, Irina didn't give any attention to her older sister's social happenings beyond an eye roll, but she'd already made several cheeky comments about the attention Iliza paid to Prince Gwydion.
Now, Meara had suggested it as well, none too subtly. Had she been openly leering at the Prince the entire time, Iliza wondered. What must Gwydion think of her? She thought he seemed to share her warm affection, but could it be that he was just politely humoring a dopey girl from a backwater space station? Or worse yet, did he think of her as another of the, what she imagined must be, countless women who threw themselves at him because of his position? Iliza suddenly felt as if she need air.
She politely laughs at Meara's comment, but stands up as she does, the fingers of her hand brushing against Gwydion's own. She pulls her hand away quickly. Wait, hadn't she been holding a drink a few moments ago? She spotted the cup in question sitting behind Gwydion. He must think I am a drunkard too. “I-I've had a lovely time here with you, but I really must be going. I promised my Lady Mother that I would help her with preparations for the Ball. Princess Meara. P-prince Gwydion.” She curtsies briefly, and moves quickly out the door.