Snippet #4978

Aurelia smiled as the entertainment entered the room, she loved this part of the night. The servant had brought the food she requested and she slid a grape into her mouth before her father's approach. Still no Woulfgar to be seen anywhere and she thought that fact odd. When her father approached she turned to him tilting her head towards the floor in respect. She would never understand his disdain for her. She did as he asked most of the time, always spoke highly of him when his morals and leadership was questioned, yet she never could gain favor. "I am well father, the games were glorious and everyone seems to be having the best of evenings." She raised her head to smile at him with a flash of white teeth. "I beg to ask Father, where is the one they call Woulfgar? Was he excused from tonight's festivities? Surely not.." Her voice wasn't pleading but she was hoping her father would take time to answer the question at hand.