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A little thick, he said. This knight certainly had a talent for understatement. She'd never even seen so many people crowded into such a small space...in fact, she wasn't sure she'd ever seen this many people no matter how large the space was! She smiled when he added that the whole population of Camelot seemed to be there. "And then some, it seems." She knew there were nobles from other lands in attendance, like herself, so that would account for some of the extra bodies in attendance.

"The gardens sound lovely, thank you." She didn't want to leave the party entirely, but she needed enough room to turn without getting her dress trod upon or hit with someone's elbow. There was only so much adversity a noble lady could take before her best efforts failed and she threw a highly unattractive tantrum in the middle of a crowded square. It had already happened to a few ladies today, with lower tolerances than Isadora, and it had not been pretty. She had no intention of being seen in that state in public, so the gardens were probably a better bet right now.

She had noticed the lack of an introduction, but given the nature of the event and his sudden rescue attempt, she was willing to forgive it. Sir Gwaine, one of Arthur's peasant knights, unless she was much mistaken. Everyone had thought Arthur was mad for such a thing...but given his recent marriage, knighting a few peasants seemed much more rational in comparison. "You may call me Lady Isadora." A bemused smiled came to her lips at his flattery. "Really, sir, flattery? And here I was just starting to like you." She teased playfully, although she hoped he'd take the hint and knock it off.

A small nation heavily reliant on trade, rumours spread through Gwent as quickly as wildfire, so when an unusual group of people were said to be travelling through, word got around. In the past, Isadora may have paid little mind to such rumours, but recently she'd developed something of an interest in such things, so she often had her maid collect stories from the town and markets so that she could stay informed about any...curious groups that came to Gwent. When she heard about this particular group, she found herself intrigued and took it upon herself to make the journey out to see them.

She had taken to travelling with a light guard, only two of her knights. Her father might protest that, if he knew. The reason she travelled with only two was because they were two men she trusted implicitly, both to protect her life and not to go blabbing about her excursions to anyone who didn't need to know. And her father certainly didn't need to know. She rode in between the two men, chatting jovially on the short ride. The town she'd heard about wasn't far from the city, only a few hours ride out, so by late morning, they arrived in the town.

Isadora was wearing a casual, sturdy riding dress, although her definition of 'casual' was still far finer than any peasant could afford. She dismounted as they entered the town, greeting the first of the curious peasants who had emerged to see who had arrived. She greeted them with smiles and kind words, before she politely inquired about the rumours she'd heard. The townspeople were only too pleased to point out a rather inconspicuous house near the edge of the town. Isadora glanced towards it curiously, but otherwise continued speaking with anyone who approached her. She didn't want to turn her own people away, even if it was to satisfy her own desires.

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Isadora lifted the hem of her dress as she skirted around a group of laughing children, not wanting to disturb whatever game they were playing. She wasn't really sure where she was going, buoyed along by the enthusiasm of the crowd, allowing herself to be carried away in the motion of the crowd. A small part of her warned against such carelessness, aware of the dangers of such a crowd, but caution seemed so out of place amongst such ecstasy that she hardly paid it any heed. Even so, when a hand appeared before her, attached to a handsome man adorned in the armour and colours of a knight of Camelot, she was glad for the help, and a grateful smile lit up her face as she placed her hand in his with a gracious nod.

"Thank you, I'm afraid I'm not...accustomed to crowds like this." She said with a slight laugh, letting the knight's presence anchor her against the pull of the crowd. She knew better than to trust a man just because he dressed as a knight --she'd learned that the hard way-- but for the moment she was glad for the company. Who would use such a joyous occasion as this to do ill, after all? Besides, she could use a moment out of the press of the crowd to breathe, and having someone to distract her didn't seem like a bad idea.

"Whichever direction has a bit of room to breathe, please." She answered, her tone a bit uncertain as she wasn't sure that there was such a place in the crowded courtyard, but hopeful that the knight would know his own kingdom better than she did. She'd visited Camelot several times in the past, but she could hardly claim to know the city as well as someone who lived there. She used her free hand to lift the hem of her pale pink gown as she let the mysterious knight lead the way through the crowd to what would hopefully be a slightly quieter spot.

She was sipping her wine when another noblewoman followed her lead and had her own cup filled by the elusive winebearer...it seemed Isadora wasn't the only noble who was only remaining at this dull affair for the wine. She returned the lady's respectful nod with one of her own, smiling at her introduction. "A pleasure, Lady Caitrin. I'm Isadora Theirin, princess of Gwent." She had not attended too many events in Camelot lately, so it was expected that she would not know everyone present. She wasn't entirely used to people not knowing who she was, however.

Isadora considered her question for a moment, wondering if she should bother to answer diplomatically, before she decided that Caitrin appeared to be as entirely disinterested in tonight's event as she was, and she gave a slight sigh. "I regret that I find the whole thing to be rather blasé. I don't suppose you've fared much better this evening?" She asked hopefully, starving for a bit of entertainment. She needn't have asked, however, as another young woman approached with a rather intriguing dilemma.

Isadora leaned back slightly to get a look over the girl's shoulder at the source of her apparent desperation, and bit her lip to keep from smiling. "All is forgiven...you do seem to be in a rather troubling predicament." There was amusement in her voice despite her best efforts to be sympathetic, she felt for the young noblewoman, she did, but she couldn't deny that there was some humour there, too. And she was glad of it. "Has he been after you long?"

Isadora usually enjoyed parties and events where she got to mingle with other nobles, but today's affair was of a particularly dull variety. Maybe it was the company, or maybe it was the entertainment, or maybe she was just tired...but tonight had been a truly yawn-worthy affair. Not that Isadora would yawn, of course, that would be dreadfully rude and a princess was nothing without her manners. If not for manners, she likely would've excused herself ages ago.

She stood idly by, clutching her goblet of wine and sipping perhaps more indulgently than she should, but what else was there to do? At least the wine was good, she reasoned to herself. She couldn't remember what exactly this party was even for; some noble or another had done something of note, but honestly, when she'd received the invitation she hadn't really paid much mind. Isadora had other things to consider at the time, but she'd decided she could use an opportunity to unwind, and it could never hurt to keep up appearances.

Gazing out into the crowd, Isadora was just mulling over the idea of feigning a bad stomach in order to excuse herself from the rest of the night's so-called 'festivities', when she noticed that her cup had run dry. Catching the eye of a servant, she held up her cup and nodded meaningfully, and within a moment he had refilled her cup. Well, perhaps she'd give the evening a little more time, in case something else were to arise.

As an ally of Gwent and a friend of Prince Arthur's, Isadora was in attendance for the coronation of Camelot's new queen, although she was not the only one shocked by such an event. She knew there had been some who had even refused to attend such a thing; the marriage of a king to a commoner? It was unthinkable! Isadora had a hard time wrapping her mind around it, and like many, she was more than just curious about what this woman was like, the one who was worth causing such a controversy. She must be someone special indeed.

While no one could deny that the wedding was a slap in the face to tradition, Isadora knew the feeling of falling in love with someone you shouldn't, and she actually found that she admired Arthur for breaking tradition to follow his heart. Maybe this could be the start of a change in the traditions? Given the elation of the crowd as she moved through the courtyard, such a thing didn't seem out of the question, not that it would do her any good.

She didn't dwell on the negative, however, instead she let the crowd's infective cheer spread through her, smiling at the sight of dancers and other performers mingling in the crowd. Unfortunately, which she was trying to enjoy herself, she wasn't used to being in such close quarters with so many people; a celebration like this where nobles mingled amongst the commoners was certainly new, and while it made sense, Isadora was having some trouble navigating the crowd. She moved one way, and someone always seemed to step in her way. If she weren't so graceful by nature, she might even trip! And she was certainly getting a little frustrated, although like any princess worth her tiara, she was doing her best to keep it hidden beneath a sweet smile.