While she had arrived at the ball with King Urien her husband to be had quickly made himself scarce. The moment a pretty young redhead walked past him he chased after her and vanished into the crowd. As a result she’d spent the rest of the evening on her own, making her way through the dancing crowd in an attempt to avoid her her brother and her sister, as well as anyone else who might ask her to dance. She felt lost among the laughter and music, feeling alone but at the same time not wanting to be with anyone. After a while she poured herself a glass of wine, at the very least to give her hands something to do. However, when she turned around she collided with another figure, spilling her drink. By some miracle she managed not to get any on the other person, instead drenching her own gown in wine. “That’s... just.... fantastic.” She sighed, setting down the goblet. “It’s fine. Everything is fine. I’m sorry.”