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Despite Kervall's situation, he smiled at her, actually smiled. Though her eyes were full of worry, she returned it, but it was quick to fade. "You're going to be just fine," She whispered, squeezing his hand in return when he took hers. "I'll make sure you're fine. I'm not going anywhere." At his words of making them stop, she merely nodded. When Jamie had spoken to her the way he had, she had barely had to look up before someone had jumped to her defence. First her father and then her guard and finally the wild woman that her mother had hired. As Kervall passed out, she chewed her bottom lip, his hand limp in hers. But then the Greyhardt girl was there, asking for someone to elevate his arm. Automatically, she did as she was told, watching as she attended him. When Leliana placed a hand on her shoulder and offered her kind words, she nodded. Straightening and standing back so that he could be assisted by some others and taken off the field. Turning to the Greyhardt girl, she smiled slightly, glad that someone at least had offered her a kind word. "Thank you," She whispered, placing a hand briefly on her arm. As the girl left the field, Adelaide should have followed her.

Instead, she turned to the confrontation that was happening behind her. "Stop it, all of you!" She said as calmly as possible, though her voice was raised in pitch. As annoyed as she was, she was going to stay as calm as possible and not erupt as she had done before. However, what had annoyed her the most was everyone's sudden leap to her defence. She was more than capable of defending herself from the likes of Jamie Winsler, more so than most of the others stood there. She set her father with a glare, completely looking over Lionel, for she could find it in her heart to look at him. Finally she turned to Jamie and glared.

"If you could just pretend to be civil for just one moment," She said, her voice cold and angry when she spoke. Like her father, her temper was short, but when she came down, she knew how to reason fairly well. After all she'd be doing it to Lionel most of her life. Now would be no different. "Firstly, I can defend myself. Ser Jamie, I merely sought to help your brother as my guardian here suggested." She nodded to Dante, flashing him a brief smile. "Do abstain from calling one such disgusting names. Not all of the Damian family seek your blood and you should do well to remember that. I highly doubt that you would have preferred myself to stand back and let my brother tear yours to shreds? Because I don't believe that is the case." She paused, shaking her head and looking away from him. It came to something when not one Winsler trusted a Damian, even when they conveyed their help towards them.

"Secondly, none of you seem concerned with Ser Winsler, who is quite obvious hurt," At this she raised her voice ever so slightly. "There is unbelievable ignorance stood around here right now. And you'd all do well to see that it will be your downfall. All you're concerned about it when the next fight will be happening." She scoffed, shaking her head. "As if violence is the way to solve this problem. No, it's just going to cause more hate between the Damians and the Winslers." Finally, she'd been given an opportunity to make them listen to her. She was speaking out at last. And even if no-one cared for her words, well that was their problem. They would soon learn.

"Father," She turned to King Damian, chewing her bottom lip, refusing to meet his eyes. "I wish you'd listen to me as you listened to Lionel. I could help fix the politics with the other Houses. Because if this proved anything, it's that none of you-" at this she looked at the group gathered- "are willing to do anything to make it any better." Shaking her head, she glanced at Dante once again. "Thank you for coming to defend me." It wasn't as cold as her other words, but it was neither warm. "And father, I'm not a little girl anymore. I can't apologise for that, but...I am sorry."

The whole time, Adelaide did not once look at Lionel, preferring rather to skim over his form. This, for her, was the final straw in their relationship. Today she had witnessed the horror that was Lionel and it was with a crushing realisation that struck her. He had always been like this underneath. The Good Lionel was long gone, replaced by this war loving crown prince, whose eyes were firmly on the prize. To be King. She had been foolish to believe that he would listen to her once he was crowned King. He hated the Winslers as much as their father did. It was a lost cause. He was a lost cause. She had been stupid to believe otherwise.

Turning from the group, she hurried after the men who were carrying Kervall off of the field, not daring to even look to the stands. Tears tracked her pale cheeks as she walked, keeping her head bowed low.