It would seem that the prince had a strange effect on the former assassin. Maybe it was that sweet, warm playfulness about him or just something in the way he smiled at her. It caused her to feel more at peace, something she was ever so thankful for.

As she'd finished her piece and her concern was dismissed by the queen, she relaxed. She didn't know much of politics, which was why she was afraid of messing things up for them with her presence. In the common world, things could be thrown off drastically by simple rumors. But, at the pair's mentioning, she nodded, slowly coming to understand what they were getting at. It would seem they'd let the kingdoms tear themselves down while protecting Casteil. It was indeed a smart plan. It wasn't too straight forward and it would end up being just evasive enough to work.

Lorelei didn't blame the woman for wanting to pick things back up in the morning. It was late and had been quite the evening. She looked to the Queen as she spoke to her directly. "That would be fine, yes ma'am. Thank you for allowing me to stay," she nodded, knowing it wouldn't hurt anything.

Lori doubted she'd sleep that well, but at least she wouldn't be alone in a sense. Her sleep schedule was out of wack, as she was often awake a night rather than during the day. She had her old occupation to thank for that little joy in life. Within a few days it should fix itself, though.

As Saul took her hand, she squeezed his lightly as a silent thanks while she nodded, savoring that last lopsided smile for the night. "Until then. Goodnight," she responded, smiling ever so gently as he'd winked at her. What a cheeky, cheeky man... Lorelei's gaze followed Saul out before she turned to the queen once more. "I do apologize for the burden and keeping you up so late," she apologized, hoping that she wouldn't impose much more from that time on. The likely hood was low, of course, but she could indeed hope.

The woman tipped her head lightly at the confirmation of the former assassin. While she couldn't admit that she was rather surprised at the fact that the woman had indeed come back to get tangled up in the planning of the Casteilian Heir, a part of her was comforted. Someone who hopefully would care about Saul as much as she did.

But hope was all the woman had at the moment as she lifted from the lounge chair, taking her tea and book with her to a separate doorway across the room. "I bid you a good rest," the queen said briefly, tipping her head and then finally slipped into the other off-shoot room of the main chamber.

Saul slipped into the hallway and shook his head. That small smile was just something. It was something that had his heart skipping a beat or two. It meant something and he wasn't entirely sure he understood what it meant.

But he was more than open to learning. Learning what that smile really meant, what she was like when she wasn't chasing him around his balcony or the castle gardens. Now that she was somewhat comfortable--he made a mental note to get her to a tailor. While most noble women wore dresses, he figured she would be far more comfortable in trousers or even just a split-skirt type of attire rather than the layers on layers that noble women had a tendency to wear.

The queen, his mother, was a rather fond wearer of the split-skirt type. It seemed like a skirt but it was actually trousers! He made sure to jot down that note for himself when he rose in the morning. Which, hopefully, wouldn't be too long away.

Saul entered his bedroom, let out a weary sigh, and sank down on the bed. "What a night," he whispered, falling backwards to lay on the sheets. "This is going to be absolutely exciting."

While Lorelei may not had known the thoughts of the woman, she couldn't help but feel comforted herself. She wasn't alone anymore, and she felt that her life was her own, even if it would become a bit of a ruse. Plus, she figured if she wouldn't kill the Prince, the least that she could do was aid him and protect him if it ever become needed. Hopefully the need would never come, but if it did, she wouldn't forget what she was capable of.

Lori rose when the Queen did, giving a subtle dip of her head. "And I you, ma'am," she responded, watching the woman leave into the other room. Once she was alone, she sighed softly, tilting her head back towards the ceiling. "What a night.. and I can only imagine the days to come will be just as eventful," she murmured, pacing about for a few moments. She had to think about it all. Her mind wasn't changing, no, but the prince made her feel things. Things she was unsure of and what they meant.

That goofy, cute lopsided smile had become her favorite thing in a matter of a couple hours, but perhaps it was because it had been so long since she'd saw something so genuine. It was refreshing and comforting, all of him, and his mother was truthfully no different. Lorelei was almost scared of the way it felt, her guarded walls itching to build themselves up a little higher and stronger. But she had to trust them. To let them in, otherwise she'd never be able to adjust correctly without compromising herself.

As it grew late, Lorelei finally tuned into bed, her muscles groaning atop the comfortable softness beneath. Perhaps sleep would come easy with such luxury... At least, that's what she hoped. She found herself excited for the morning, which did seem to come quite fast once she'd slipped into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

The morning light and faint sounds of birds chirping started to cause Lorelei to rouse, a soft grumble leaving her throat as though she wasn't ready to wake up just yet. Still, she pushed herself up into a sitting position, yawning as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She expected that it would be a full day, but she was ready none the less. Lorelei glanced briefly around the room, wondering if anyone else was up yet. The morning was still young, but she could hear movement outside in the halls.

The crisp sound of a morning chorus was the first to wake Saul from his sleep. It was the chirping of birds, the sounds of the castle humming to life, a whistle of a breeze along the windows. A beautiful sound. Saul sat up with a bone creaking yawn, his arms stretched up high over his head before he lowered and shook his hair out. The soft brown locks fell over his forehead, tousled and looking more like a rats nest than a mess of hair.

The man stood up from the bed, making his way across the room to the closet. He didn't spend much time--never usually did--and instead just followed what he usually wore. A lighter tunic top, tucked into his belt, brown trousers and darker leather boots.

It was a relatively simple outfit and he had a lot of them. A lot. Occasionally, he would layer with a vest or other "noble" outfit.

But he spent little time in his closet, pushed his fingers half-heartedly through his hair to kind of make it less messy and then hurried toward the tailors. He explained his idea and desires for the plans to be sketched up and the measurements could be taken later.

Once that was finally set, the young prince moved down the hallway toward the dining hall. Unsurprisingly, Saul was also the first one in for breakfast. There were a lot of things he could be lured with. Food was one of them.

The Queen, however, rose early. More often than not. She was in the main chamber waiting patiently for Lorelei to wake up. Her grey hair was loose, held back by a single ribbon. She wore something rather simple and plain but seemed at peace and rather content. "If you need help," she noted once the woman was in the main chamber, "I have plenty of clothing that might better suit your fancy. Often, I prefer a split-skirt bottom and a common top. But I can show you if you need."

"Oh I'd much rather prefer something simple to something complex," the Queen agreed. "Well, for everyday wear. I do a lot of walking, I attend a lot of meetings. That means that my clothing has to be comfortable enough to walk around in and to sit in. I can't have the hoops and fluff that a lot of noblewomen wear at times. And if, on the occasion, I have to attend a meeting in one of the provinces of the kingdom? I have to have something to accommodate that."

She guided the former assassin to the closets again before the woman paused. Her soft blue eyes flicked back to the other before she let out a fond laugh, shaking her head a couple of times. "My dear--my dear. I am--you will have to accept my sincerest apologies. I forgot to introduce myself and ask for your introduction," her hand lifted to her collar, touching lightly. Beside her eyes, the faintest touching of crows feet showed with her smile.

"I am Queen Elenoura, most just call me Elen, however. My dear, what is your name?"

She shook her head, opening the doors and turned to the nearest shelves. As she introduced herself, Elen stepped back to dip into a respectful bow--not a deep one but a bow nonetheless--and turned to the shelves once again.

'I'll have to hem the bottoms," she mused lightly, piecing through. "I am just a fair bit taller, not much but a bit. You seem... hmm... I think if we highlight your eyes with a softer color palette," she dug through to find a black pair of the split-skirts that she usually wore. "Yes, yes, that will do."

The woman moved around to grab another blouse, a sort of satin-like material in a soft grey color.

"These two will match wonderfully," she handed them to the woman, "and with your belt to put a better divide between the pair as well. It'll be perfect."