Unsurprisingly, Mirrors and mirrored surfaces were carefully controlled and rather rare in Adaba. It made the Wedding gift to Andrion and Clara all the more pointed and valuable but also highlighted the almost overpowered nature of Fairy Magic. Now she knew that some property to Adaba itself gave them that advantage and that her Xutian Blessing was a countermeasure their magic couldn't suppress. With no Mirrors to spy through, she could still ask the creatures of Adaba to be her eyes and ears. Though that was limited to animals with enough intelligence like her birds and spiders, here it was clever snakes that filled Adaba's warmer climate and a colourful type of bird. Titania and Oberon could play pretty distractions all they wanted, and a lack of Mirrors could likewise attempt to keep her unaware, but Emberlee's little Beloved darlings kept her from being ignorant. 
The Monolith, the Knight and the Prince were discussing the murdered Fairy. She missed out on the beginning of the discussion, but the snake she eavesdropped through found them in time to overhear enough interesting dialogue regardless. "...any consequence at all, she was a direct threat to Xutia's Ambassador and was dealt with accordingly." Prince Damien's voice could be heard but she couldn't risk looking through the snakes' eyes and being entirely distracted by that instead of being able to react to Tonia and Oberon the Pretty.
She'd never done this before, but as Emberlee allowed Titania and Oberon to deliberate over her banquet attire and treat her like a dress-up doll, she could also hear the other room's conversation. A Xutian Blessing bolstered either by her Magical maturation or by the unique properties of Adaba itself. "It was this Knight who was at risk to the Spell, not the Ambassador," Oberon the Monolith argued. 
"Am I not an extension of my Mistress as you are yours? Would an attack on you not be the same as an assault on Méabh?" Sir Ludwig spoke in his defence, revealing that he'd understood Adaban culture more than anticipated. 
"Are you equating your status with the Ambassador to my dedication to Méabh?" there was a threatening tone to the Monolith's words, and Emberlee had to let no sign of her eavesdropping show on her face while the other two spouses entertained her. 
Oberon the Pretty stood before her, holding a fabric up to compare it against another, while in her head she could imagine Oberon the Monolith looming threateningly ever over the muscular Knight, "The Marchioness' power is wrapped around his throat like the collar he deserves," Prince Damien sounded at ease and she knew what my expression would be like the manipulative dragon at his best. "Méabh's power embraces you in no less deserving a manner, so his statement isn't wrong. If you wish to punish the Ambassador for eliminating a threat, you first have to establish that targeting her people doesn't count as a threat against HER." It was easier to hide her distraction as she stepped behind a modesty curtain to change into the latest selected outfit. She could see the angle Damien was working, but she also knew that Oberon the Monolith wouldn't back down until he felt satisfied she or her people suffered in return. "If someone attacked you, would you not expect Méabh to act, or is an attack on you something she'd permit?" He'd maneuvered it so regardless of Oberon's response it'd either require him to back off significantly or accept retaliation. 
It was a bold, aggressive move to make but if Oberon was trying to punish Emberlee for killing the Fairy today it made sense to react so determinedly. "I do not require saving," The Monolith denied the possibility.
"If you think to harm my Mistress, I'll gladly test the theory to find out." Sir Ludwig was just as undeterred. 
"What do you think Cinderella?" Titania demanded her attention while Prince Damien and Sir Ludwig sounded to be about to physically brawl with the Monolith. 
Emberlee blinked and looked down at the outfit, resisting an urge to laugh. They had decked her out in silver and gold; a silk gown that felt more like a negligee, and gold seed pearls the likes of which she'd never seen before. She looked to be dressed in the glimmering light that reflects off of water, the accompanying jewelry as decorated. The fit of the dress skimmed her skin without clinging but otherwise was almost as demonstrative as a Stussican-style gown would be only without the embroidery or see-through fabric. "Ortega silver, Landquist gold, and an Adaban aesthetic; a perfect combination for demonstrating our friendly alliance," Emberlee consented to the dress, her words in direct opposition to the sounds of animosity in her head.