The elves attention was to their prince; she watched as they walked by and bowed their heads. But much like how Evanna does not stop and speak to anyone in her own palace, Arawn was the same. He looked ahead and paid no heed to the elves who greeted him. Yet, her own situation was different from his; the nobles despised her for being the king's bastard, so she blanked them.
Evanna did, however, see out of the corner of her eyes the hushed whispers of she-elves and servants. Did they wonder who she was? Or suspect anything? A few giggles made her realise it wasn't her they were looking at, but prince Arawn. She turned her head back to look at his side profile but looked away quickly when he glanced at her and smirked, which vanished promptly as they approached another room.
