Despite her sudden arrival, she'd been glad the Kalosian Embassy had agreed on keeping her appearance and subsequent stay in Hoenn a secret from her father, and by extension the rest of her family. Honestly, she'd have fully understood had they worked against her; her family was not one to be trifled with after all, but she'd seen the look on the receptionists's face when she'd explained her predicament. They'd comply, only because she had worded it rather eloquently;

They didn't have to deny her presence being in Hoenn, but only if they were directly asked as such. She could at least demand that much of the Embassy.

What she had not expected however was how quickly Remiel Calcifet had found out. Although she was only half surprised by his reaching out, and the offer to help create an alibi proper at Hammerlocke University. Galayne would've thought that after their break-up -and moreso the way she'd done so- the Galarian prince would've wanted little to do with her. She knew well how her words would've hurted. But he'd been every inch the gentleman she'd remembered him to be, so when he invited her to dinner as well she felt little to decline the offer.

Fortree City's Cedar Moon was nothing short of breathtaking. She'd just taken a moment to gaze at the magnificant restaurant from the outside, Camille, her Flabébé, had perched itself and its blue flower in her hair and was curiously regarding the city and people around them. But no matter how amazing the view was, she did not wish to keep the prince waiting. A waiter swiftly guided her up the stairs to one of the balconies, leaving her be after politely gesturing at the reserved table from a short distance.

Galayne was lucky that the Galarian Prince was gazing away from her when she arrived, allowing her a moment to herself, and to quickly adjust her dress a bit. Somehow meeting after all this time still made her a bit nervous. Camille gently patted the young noble, who smiled softly and nodded.

Yes, she was fine.

This was fine.

"Remiel," she gently called out his name, making a polite curtsey when he looked her way. "Or should I say 'Your Highness' now?" Although her voice was sincere, the subtle teasing smile on her lips told another story, trying to make out how she was expected to act around her ex.



Remiel Calcifet  || Outfit

The smile that claims him tells the Kalosian enough, but whatever thoughts have summoned it she does not know. Happy thoughts, she guesses. Of better times. Remiel's words bring the comfort of knowing she doesn't have to walk on eggshells around him, and that knowledge brings her guard down almost instantly. She might've never told him, but in the past he'd managed to do so on numerous occasions. Remiel's gift, she'd gathered. Or mayhaps part of his royal upbringing. She couldn't quite say.

Her smile reflects his own as she takes a seat, wordlessly thanking him. "Still, it's part of the decorum Father drilled into my subconscious. I'm not as naive as to presume otherwise... but I'll remember for next time." Galayne settles herself neatly, back straightened and feet tucked underneath her chair, her arms resting ever so lightly upon the table. "At least they've grown less ravenous about their scoops across the years. Not by much, but it counts, I suppose." 'They', the paparazzi. It had been worse in Galar and Kalos, but somehow Hoenn's press wasn't as vicious as their homeland's had been. Mayhaps due to Hoenn's rich, dramatic environment? From what she read the region never seemed to catch a break from catastrophes.

There's a soft sigh, as if she's deflating a little. And then her head tilts slightly, regarding him curiously. Camille, having left its flower in her hair and having slid down to Galayne's shoulder, mirrors her movements completely. She smiles. "How have you been, Remiel?"


Remiel Calcifet || Outfit