Earing that, Averill raised a brow in slight confusion." What will ?" He could tell that the custom collar was thinking about somthing important for a while now and it made him curious. " Tell me, what were you thinking about ?" He didn't liked to pry that mutch but since he had answer to the young slave's questions earlyer, he figured that it was a good trade off, besside, he wanted to know if he could help them.

Stifled laughter seemed to escape the blonde's lips as he watched Riften react so much to his compliment. It was very cute to watch him get so flustered over something like this, and he honestly just wanted to comment even more on how overly adorable the elf was to him. Still, he didn't want to be a jerk, so he just smiled over at Riften. Amias felt the want to make some sort of physical contact, whether it was a hand on the elf's shoulder, a pat on the head, or a small hug. It was almost strange, considering physical contact wasn't something he had wanted for a long while.
"It's only the truth. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you." He gave an apologetic smile as he stepped closer, leaning over a little to peek at his covered face. "Forgive me?" An almost playful smile was on his face now, pursing his lips slightly.

Emrys searched frantically for an excuse for her slip up.
"Oh, uh, I um-" She laughed nervously. "It's going to be a disaster to make me look presentable at such a fancy ball. I hardly know what to do at events like this."
Which was a flat out lie, she had been going to balls since before she could walk. She knew proper etiquette, how to dance, how to make conversation, even how to arrange silverware when she ate. It was still a habit she had.
"Thinking? Oh, not much. Just thinking about all the preparation for the ball." This one was partially true, except for the fact she was preparing to murder his father, if you would count that as preparation.

" Oh i see, it shoudn't be too hard realy, follow me and avoid getting pushed around by the nobles that come to make me meet their daughters, it may not be the most enjoyable experience but you should be alright in the end." Averill could already see all those rich mens trying to get him to show any interest into their girls, hoping that they could get him to marry the poor thing to gain access to more power. Obviously it woudn't work, he was known to be the ice prince after all. He was a bit suspicious but brush it off nevertheless, maby he was looking too mutch into things. "I guess there is quite a few things left to be done to make everything perfect by then, i am sure it will be done in time however."

Lidia wasn't used to the tugging at her hair, even if Odelina had been doing her hair for several years now. It always surprised her how much the red-head could do with what little hair Lidia had. The princess whistled softly, occupying herself with the little toon as Odelina grabbed the pins. She smiled to herself as the last clip was put in her hair. "Thank you very much.", She replied, standing up. "Now, let's find you a dress."

"Oh, I'm sure the ball is just crawling with girls looking to be brides..." Emrys was young enough that when she went to balls, all she had to do was sit still and act proper, and once she greeted everyone important, she could go play with the other young children of nobles. She was actually betrothed at birth, but of course she never had the chance to get married because of her country's fall to Adreoles. Still, she was a little glad she didn't have to marry someone that she didn't chose. Although she'd marry anyone if it meant bringing Allurith back.
Still, she felt a little bad for Averill. Hopefully he wouldn't be bombarded too much. He was of marrying age, so that wasn't going to help his situation.
"Well, we can make it the best we can, right? I can swat at them with a broom if I need to." She joked, looking back at Averill with a smile.

He smiled back at the slave, playing along. "Between that and me not being the more social in those kind of situations i belive we would be able to repel them ennough to keep our sanity alive untill the end of the night." Mariage was alwais a bit of a touchy subject for him, he had to do it at some point but he didn't wanted it to be with sombody that woudn't love him for him. The main issue with it was that nobody in their right mind would want to get to know him unless there was somthing more behind it due to his father's actions.

Emrys let a genuine laugh escape her lips.
"Or I could just dress up as a princess and marry you instead. I'll be from the grand country of Whoknowswhereia." Emrys snorted a little at the idea, shaking her head imagining that ordeal happening. It would be the most ridiculous thing to ever happen in history.
Suddenly, a thought crossed her mind. If Allurith was still standing today, would her parents have married her off to Adreoles? Her brother would have stayed to become king of Allurith, and that would mean she would have to marry a prince from another kingdom and become the queen of that nation. It was a... weird thought to say the least.
"Say, if you had a choice, would you ever consider leaving the kingdom and finding love elsewhere? I'm sure it's suffocating to not have a choice in who you marry." It was a personal question, but part of her felt so at ease with the prince. It was easy to talk to him, and she hadn't had a friend in a very long time.

(This is too wholesome, oh my god.)
Riften grew a little more embarrassed by Amias's attempt at not chuckling at him. He never got this way about a tiny compliment by anybody else, no matter their intentions. The feelings were strange, he wasn't ever going to be used to them. For some reason, he hoped he would never get used to the ache in his chest or the heat on his face whenever Amias drew near. Riften took in a deep, shaky breath, trying to rid of his blush. It was impossible; as long as he was around Amias it was already there, even if it was vague. Why does he have this effect on me? The elf asked himself, slowly considering to remove the hands from his face.

Amias's voice only made him more flustered. He pressed his hands on his face harder, if possible. He peaked at Amias from a gap between his fingers. "I forgive you.", Riften replied in a muffled voice, not daring to completely remove his hands from his face.

Averill laugh at that idea, it would probably make quite a few nobles furious. " I can see the aftermath of that from here, princess." He reply joakingly. He was enjoying how easy it was for him to speak with them, maby more then with anyone else in the castle nowdays. " If i could, yes, but i woudn't burden my siblings with that fate, they have their own dreem and aspirations and i dont want to take that from them. By how things are today, the kingdom of Aderole will most likely spread to the whole continent by the time i will enherite the crown, there may not be an elsewhere if i leave. I just have to hope that there will be an opportunity here."