It had been very easy to avoid the king in the beginning. Women had flocked to his side hoping to become the next queen but he seemed disinterested. It had actually been rather entertaining watching the King throughout the night he seemed so bored with all of the formalities of the affair. It had been entertaining but it was getting late and she saw the knights going around trying to find women whom the king had not had time with. Merida assumed this was as good of a time as any to make her exit.

She began making her way to the back of the lavish room when she was stopped by a knight asking for her name. She reluctantly gave it and he began to escort her up towards the King rather than allowing her to exit. She was mentally cursing herself for not leaving sooner but she kept on a respectful smile and bowed when she was presented to the king. Her eyes held a stare that spoke of her indifference. She really would much rather return home to her family. "Your majesty." Her voice was not soft and lilting like that of women of noble birth, rather she had the voice of someone who had to yell at children and chickens to get them to behave.

Her hair had long fallen out of the bun she wore, strands of her ebony locks falling on her face as she stood back up to look at her king. He was damn fine, she would give him that, but looks did not make the man. Merida had once been courted by a man who had looked quite appealing as well but he had been a jerk to her siblings, threatening to send them away after the two of them were wed. She nipped that relationship in the bud rather quickly after that. Life was so much more interesting when you had the choice of who you wed. Many girls did not have that luxury. She looked at the king again, examining his eyes, he looked tired. "Your majesty, if I may be so bold, it seems as if we could both do with a break from the ball, and I believe it is time for this Cinderella to head home."