Ironic for them both; a born Princess, a conquering Queen. But perhaps it's the pageantry of it all that is neither their style, more than anything about rank and royalty.

Astronema considers that question, too, growing even calmer in comparison to Angela's venom. She lifts a hand to idly play with the locket at her throat, watching the royal table all the while.

"For now, perhaps."

It won't be her first time playing at being someone's pretty pet, up until the moment presents itself to slide a knife into a confidently-turned back.