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Running a hand through her silky locks, Adelaide was hurrying towards the throne room. Long ago she had given up her search for the new arrivals, as it was obviously clear that there were none present at that moment. But a frantic looking maid had informed her that it would not be long before the three Houses were joined in the throne room and it wouldn't be a good idea for her to be late, especially seeing as her father would be there. Adelaide was fully aware of that fact that this tournament meant more to him than he was letting on, not to mention the fact that it was more important than his sons' lives. If either of her brothers' won the tournament, but died afterwards, well their father would be more pleased about the winning than the loss of his son, Adelaide was sure of it. Swirling behind her, her skirt whipped as she turned the corner sharply. Her dark eyes scanned the corridor before she strode towards the heavy double doors that led into the throne room. Pausing outside, she ran her hand over the rough wood, taking a deep breath in preparation. Adelaide wasn't looking forwards to this. She would have rather been out riding with the sun beating down upon her fair skin, but instead she was confined to the castle grounds due to some battle that was still raging between the three Houses. When Lionel was King, Adelaide would assist him in ending this nuisance, but for now, whilst her father wouldn't listen, Adelaide would be silent and look pretty as she was supposed to.

Pushing the doors open, Adelaide strode into the room, her brown eyes, glinting green, upon her brothers and mother, but not her father. His ignorance and incompetent ways annoyed her deeply and his blatant disregard for her feelings hurt her more. Shimmering in a dark sheet, her hair blew behind her. Smoothing her dress down as she walked, Adelaide prepared herself for the encounter with he family that was bound to end badly. As she drew to a halt, she curtsied to her father, though it looked more like a twitch, before turning to her brothers with a brilliant smile and finally her mother and though it faded somewhat, it was still a bright.

"I trust that all the plans are in order," She said, her voice sweet and gentle, but with a hint of steel behind it. "I know you're going to do absolutely fine today Leo. And Raban will be competing against you before you know it." She ruffled her brother's hair in an affectionate way. Her father would disapprove, but Adelaide didn't really care. She thought greatly of her two brothers and she always would. In the light of throne room, the Damian family was together, but Adelaide believed deep down that they would never be united as a family, not as long as their father was King. He cared for them in his own way, but the throne meant more to him. She only hoped that Lionel would won the tournament and not bring shame and their father's anger upon the family...