It's a bit after the three other nations have visited. With Obsidian still threatening war, Rhodolite is getting close to tipping over the edge. The princes, who have grown fond of Belle, are still dealing with war plans.

'Belle' walks past, her brown hair pulled up and tied. She has chosen Jin to be the King, yet she has fallen in love with the youngest half-brother; Luke. She walks past you, a surprise on her young face at the grand ornaments on your person. Your gaurds are at your side, and she immediately curtsies. "I am so sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you."

You chuckle, decorated as a Royal of Opalite, the Kingdom to the Far North. "Tell me, is Jin in the throne room." It was more of a statement than a question.

She shifts under your steely gaze, piercing. Calculating. A tad bit cold; or maybe not? If you're here then something is off and Belle knows it. She just didn't know what. "No. He's busy talking to everyone in the Meeting Hall."

"I see," you muse to yourself, already forgetting Belle. "Perhaps I shall seek out Sariel instead."

A shiver runs up from Belle and she quickly nods. Sariel was a very stern advisor. He isn't called "the Palace Devil" for nothing.