Red's always been the color to catch her eye, unfortunately. There's just something about it that screams for attention. Bright and vibrant.

... Or maybe it's because it's the color of blood, and it makes her hungry on days when her guard is lowered and her stomach's rebelling. It's been hours now since she's eaten.

Clearing her throat, she settles in the chair, pointedly looking at Charlotte's face and not at the dress. "I get it. New face, not trusted." Her gaze drops to the cup of tea, which she's now regarding as if it's alien. "Is this what you do?" Play hostess while bodies are dropping outside? She hasn't even seen a tremor in the queen's hand.