People had started getting up from the table, so Charlotte felt pretty safe to do the same- but she wasn’t sure how long decorum dictated she’d have to stay in the room. At this point, she was pretty sure that none of the other royals would even notice her absence, considering how far gone they all seemed to be, but, just in case... she ought to stay a little longer. 

She was leaning against the wall, glass of water in hand, and glanced at the young woman standing next to her. A moment of quiet observation let Charlotte know that the other girl probably wasn’t drunk, or at least not as terribly as most of the others in the room- the fact that she was steady on her feet rather than swaying in place was a bit of a giveaway. And a welcome change from what she’d dealt with so far. “It’s been a weird morning, hasn’t it?” she asked, looking first to the other woman, then at the chaos that had overtaken the room.