Emrys seemed to correct her behavior as soon as she got some glared and looks of surprise from both other owners and slaves alike that were traveling through the hall. Still, even though her expression was seemingly calm, her greenish brown eyes were a burning forest as she looked ahead.
"Er, your highness, would you rather go into town by foot or by horse?" She finally asked, slowing her slightly stomping pace to a walking one. "I'm sure I could arrange either."
Emrys was very aware town was dangerous for both of them. The slave of a prince would auction off for a very high price, not to mention the prince and his family were more or less disliked by most of the people. Still, it was her job to protect him while she was acting as a slave, and so she kept that dagger with her at all times.
It would be an issue if he died before she killed his father, or at least that's how she tried to justify it.

she looked up hopeful and nodded agreeing with the terms, but there was still a small detail she need to take care of before she could leave. She followed her straightening her shirt and collar. She glanced at stories wondering why the dresses had long sleeves before she remembered she wasn't at home were the weather was hotter. she looked up at her wondering if she would get in trouble or not for using her magic at the ball. Oh right the ball she total forgot about it. She looked up at her miss and tugged on her sleeve "miss Remilia um what do you plan on wearing to the ball?" she asked curiously.

Remilia looked down at Luca and thought for a moment.
"I haven't decided. I might just have to purchase another dress, I've worn all my others already." She replied, before looking around at all the stores. She spotted one that she enjoyed, and looked down at the slave.
"Let's stop by here and get you and I both something to wear to it. You're the slave of a duchess, it would be pitiful to have you show up in rags."
The duchess entered the shop, and the young lady at the desk was obviously forcing a smile. Remilia wasn't liked very much around town, but she didn't seem to care much.
"I'm here with my slave, I desire something for the event taking place tonight. What do you have?"

(It's all good! Life happens!)

The boy's mind suddenly wandered to when both him and Riften had first started to become friends. It was random, but he couldn't help but stop to think of that day for a moment. The elf had looked so scared when Amias offered to help him out. The Alluri didn't blame him, everyone in this castle knew what he was, he was a murderer. It didn't matter if it was forced or not, he still killed people. Not just any people either, he was killing the good guys. The ones trying to end the reign of this wretched kingdom.
It even took himself a long time to get used to having someone remotely close to a friend. The other soldiers were hardly comrades. Some of them were just as demented as the king himself, which was saying something.
Still, the memories of the moments he had spent with Riften never failed to make him smile, even if just for a little while.
"I like your smile. It lights up your face when you do." He said absentmindedly to the elf, smiling a little bit himself.

luca looked up at the woman smiling, she never faked her feelings. It would be hard for her to do anyways, her ears and tail always gave it away. She open the bottle of water spinning it around her finger. she looked at it making it spike up into a rose before she made it fall back in the bottle. She closed it smiling trying to entertain the shop keeper.

Lidia sighed, crossing her arms. "You still have a right to treat yourself from time to time, I don't mind what you do.", The blonde smiled. "I'll do something a little fancy tonight, it is a formal occasion after all." Lidia flushed a little at the comment on her appearance, that was a habit because the only person she would get non-lewd comments from if any at all was Odelina.

" Horses, it gave us the adventage of the speed in case somthing goes wrong." He had answer almost automaticly this time, there was no way he would risk walking there with them he may be bad with peoples but he wasn't blind to the silent anger of those living outside of the castle walls. Of course, he had his hiden blades if things went south and he woudn't hesitate to fight back, but he didn't wanted to go that far if it wasn't necessary, or put the young slave in danger.

Riften felt the sudden urge to hug Amias, he didn't know why. The elf would never act upon it without permission though, knowing the possible consequences of being hurt- Maybe he would try one day, just to see what would happen. Riften trusted him though, he knew that Amias was a good guy, he was just trying to survive, even if it meant killing the heroes. The reason for Amias to live was a little strange to him, Riften didn't know how or why he's still breathing today. Riften tried to shrug it off. He didn't even know why he was considered a black collar if all he did was deliver information.

Riften found his shoes interesting once more, trying to clear his head. He always over-thought, it was bad, it caused some of his anxieties, especially around a specific tall blonde standing next to him. It wasn't that Amias scared him, it was Riften- He always wanted to be good enough for him.

When Riften heard a comment his face turned bright red, making a squealing noise. The elf covered his face, trying to hide how flustered he was.

"Th-thank you", He finally squeaked out.

Emrys nodded, and went ahead and went down the staircase that eventually led to a door that went to the stables. As she walked, her mind just ran in and endless circle of her plan to murder the king.
Would she be able to escape the castle alive? It would take a matter of seconds before panic set in at the ball. She would have mere minutes to somehow get out of the ballroom, not to mention guards on her rear end.
"This is going to be a disaster..." She mumbled silently to herself, pinching the bridge of her nose as she kept walking towards the door that elf to the stables.

Odelina nodded. She grabbed a few pins and put Lidia's hair in a simple updo. She then hurried off. A few minutes later, she returned with a small collection of clips. She examined each one then chose a blue one (like this). She carefully pinned it in Lidia's hair then stepped back. "Perfect!" She cooed.