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Adelaide was surprised herself at her brother's reaction to the armour, but even if no-one else realised, she knew there would be alternate motives there. No doubt Lionel was muttering insults or threats under his breath and Jamie was returning them. The two hated one another and the armour was not a reconciliation, even Adelaide could see that. She shook her head sadly at her brother's attitude towards this whole affair. He would never understand that in order for him to sit safely on the throne, he needed to befriend the Winslers. But as far as that went, it would never happen whilst Lord Winsler was alive. It would be in his best interests to be on better terms with Jamie and Kervall. Unfortunately, Lionel was too caught up with the fighting of the Winsler boys. Foolish. The testosterone would continually be running high throughout the time that the two Houses stayed here. He would never understand and that was his downfall. Adelaide's only hoped that she listened to her ideas and thoughts on politics when he was crowned, until then she would sit in silence and know her place.

Smiling at the revealing of the Greyhardt's gift, she nodding her head in approval at each of the family. She hadn't expected anything else from them. The Wolfs were the sort of the people who loved the outdoors, loved riding, sailing and everything they could get their hands on. Although she would never even get to set foot upon the gift, she was appreciative of it. At least it would get Lionel out of her hair. Surprisingly, she was fairly enjoying the arrival of the families. But her happiness was short-lived when she heard her mother slump in her chair. Giggles ran throughout the throne room and she settled the families with a dark look, before hurrying to her feet and her mother's side. "Mother?" She whispered, taking her hand in her own. Lionel's face was a picture. Embarrassed more than anything else, but he tried to cover it up by asking Raban to join him. Another glare was shot his way, as she knelt beside her mother's chair. It was clear that Morgana had only fainted, but Adelaide loved her mother and would not leave her.

Clearing her throat, she stood, shaking her hair back and glancing around the throne with her dark eyes. She spoke in her gentle, soft voice. "Perhaps now would be a good time to take leave and prepare for the feast?" She suggested, aiming her question directly at Lionel, though she looked around at everyone else in the throne room, holding her head high. You'd be proud of me now mother. But her words fell on deaf ears, as Lionel had already ushered everyone out of the throne room, for pure embarrassment more than anything else. Shaking her head, she left her mother in the hands of her maid and the Wilding she hired as well. Setting her brother with a hard look, she swept from the room quickly, glad to get away.