Is This Part of My Coming-Of-Age Tale or is it Just Some Bullshit?

Still, as a guest it’s rather rude to eviscerate a member of the host's party. Adaria offered him her own gentle shrug, following it up with a sly grin. My father would have been less polite if Senor Lucillius' wife were the one to have set upon him. There are nobles and freemen alike who have never recovered from one of his verbal lashings. Her chuckle softly fell, fondly remembering those few times she had witnessed and the countless she’d heard as a child… and then that sadness crept in to force her into seeking a distraction.

His introduction sufficed, Royal protocol engrained in her from birth reacted instinctively, Princess Adaria Campana, younger sister to King Enzino Campana of Antiva. I find the coincidence of the names amusing, so, very well. Enzo, Adaria will suffice given that we are now friends, yes?

A slyness slipped into her smile. Oh certainly, everyone usually jumps to murder, but people who wear socks with sandals, she visibly shuddered at the choice of fashion, lashes fluttering. Orlais claims itself to be the pinnacle of fashion, but from what I’ve seen they need their eyes checked. She’d roll her eyes then add, Mercifully I’m there for music and nothing more. It can be rather dull compared to home.

Home. A place she hadn’t been in nearly a year with Antiva’s upheaval. Finally though, a Campana had regained the reins from Elgar’nan’s defeat. A servant passed with a tray of drinks and spotting a gesture made by the Princess paused for her to take a glass of wine.

I have not, though I’ll admit I was more excited about seeing the Proving Arena than anything else. How the ancient structure had sustained itself all this time was a curious feat, the young woman interested in the country's preservation of their rich history. Nothing proves better advice than reflecting on history, especially in these unsettled times. Though, saying that. I’m certain the last time an Antivan visited they were conveniently whacked before returning to our shores in pieces. Brows shrugged before letting out a soft laugh. My Father would be jealous of me, truth be told.