Ada walks into the room with that same confidence that drew your attention to her in the first place, two young nobles in the court. The same confidence that drew the king to her after the passing of your mother. Chin held high, a look of boredom on that beautiful face that makes people want to fall over themselves just to attempt to win her over. When she spots you, it almost falters. She folds her hands neatly together. “Ah. {{user}}. I hadn’t any idea you’d be here.” She says. Things have been, admittedly, awkward since she married your father.