The morning had started off as relatively normal: Yet another thread had been sent that morning, so all the need-to-know personnel had been brought to the conference room and debriefed. While she wasn't a need-to-know, Elisa had decided to keep herself informed, so she nonchalantly continued to stroll by until all those necessary had gone inside, only to press her ear to the door in curiosity.<br/><br/>"Thank you, everyone, for coming to the meeting. Not that you had a choice," the head of security added, laughter prevalent in his tone. A few chuckles rose up from the crowd here and there, before it settled down again.<br/><br/>"As you all know, threats have come in daily, each on asking for more than the last. Whomever is behind it is growing more and more restless. And the threat we've gotten today only further confirms our beliefs." A pause settled over the group as the information sank in, before he continued, the sound of rustling papers and the clicking of a remote told her they'd start back in. "The latest threat we've received, along with those prior it, have been focused on one person: Princess Elisa Marie. The person behind this wants to take out the heir, to leave our world in chaos. They want to take her out and take the throne from us, take our world from u-"<br/><br/>"They can't do that!" a voice yelled out angrily. "We have enough defenses here. They'll never get far enough into our atmosph-"<br/><br/>"And what if they're already in this atmosphere? What if they've been here all the while, huh? Have you thought of that?" his voiced boomed, authority and positional maturity dripping off his words. Another silence settled over them, this one substantial. Elisa almost gave up on listening, thinking they'd somehow continued the talking low enough for her to not hear, but they started up again. "We've already hired an assassin to..."<br/><br/>She couldn't hear the rest of it as an uproar started in the room, outrage and anger being the main points that others seemed to want to get across. Not that she cared about the rest anyway as she'd heard what she needed to hear.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">An assassin...is coming to 'protect' me...</span>she thought, disgust spilling into even her thoughts.<span style="font-style: italic">It's not like I'm not safe here, right? We have enough guards...I'm perfectly fine. I don't need some assassin coming here and throwing everything all out of whack.!</span><br/><br/>With that sentiment in mind, she strode off toward the docking bay to have a word with whomever was on duty, telling them not to let any assassins enter, just as a light was going off, alerting everyone to<span style="font-style: italic">incoming</span>...<span style="font-style: italic">Nonononono!</span>she thought angrily as her pace quickened. Their staff moved out of the way of her angry stride, stopping short of the door as voices were already resounding loud enough, one voice being her father's...along with one she didn't recognize.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Something about being already over...training?</span>Elisa tried to listen in through the big doors, but it was nearly impossibly to hear the individual voices clearly. For a moment, she longed for the crystal clarity of the conference room door.<span style="font-style: italic">Father sounds angry...</span>she thought.<span style="font-style: italic">Not that I blame him. From what he's said, assassins are lowly creatures that don't deserve the time of day...yet he's hired one?</span>Pressing her ear tighter to the door, while plugging her other one, she tried to listen in, only catching bits and pieces here and there. Only one thing really stood out, a single name.<br/><br/>"Alexander Everday."<br/><br/>Even with her disregard of the assassin kind, that name was legendary to her. She'd heard tales of his exploits, scoffed at them...but even still, she thought him legendary. And, from what she could tell, a no-good, cocky, semi-suicidal person that was going to be 'protecting' her until her father felt the danger had passed. Great.<br/><br/>She'd almost tuned fully out in annoyance when she heard the voice she could only assume was the assassin's.<br/><br/>â€œGreat, now where is your daughter? Iâ€™d like to get started.â€<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Funny how that's the only part I hear clearly,</span>she thought angrily as she opened the door and strode inside. Head held high, her dark brown hair swaying in the gentle breeze of her wake, she kept her shoulders back, her face placid. Even being what the time was, she wore a dress...Father's rule. She'd never liked dresses. Found them too stuffy, but her father said that real women weren't afraid to wear dresses and act lady like. Her heels clicked quietly as the room fell quiet, her father's angry gaze lingering on him a moment longer before turning toward her.<br/><br/>"His daughter is right here," she replied quietly, her eyes connecting with Alan's before dropping to the tattoo on his wrist.<span style="font-style: italic">If you're so good at your job, wouldn't you have sensed me or something?</span>she questioned silently. "So you're Alexander..." she continued, tilting her head to the side. "Legendary assassin...Tell me, how much did my father offer you for this job? Was it a substantial sum for something that wasn't necessary?" Elisa paused and sighed. "Quite frankly I don't need a security detail. I'm not in danger, and those threats are simply that: threats. No one's acted on it, so why would I need him? No one's gotten in here, no one's even attempted. I'm perfectly safe." By the end of her small vent, her eyes had moved to her father, angry with him at not consulting her first.