Josephine could easily tell that Raoul was as clueless and confused as she was. Usually guests did not come so early. Or have themselves announced and send a servant to fetch them. Or only want to speak with the king and not the queen. She kept her thoughts to herself, though none of them were second-guessing the young man who walked alongside her. Along the way a few servants and valets were busy twittering over this guest, and she managed to catch hints of the conversations. "Who does she thing she is?" "-wearing the finest of silks-" It was no surprise that this guest was a female; and obviously a wealthy one. Perhaps an unhappy noblewoman, who is used to being spoiled and paid attention to, but has not been getting enough.<br/><br/>As the doors to the dining room opened, the guest in question stood among a group of servants and maids. She was dressed in a dress of red silk, most expensive to say the least. The sleeves were garnished with golden fabric, and around her slender waist was a sash of golden silk. It must have cost a fortune to have such an outfit fashioned! The sash bore the emblem of a wolf stitched into it in silver. The standard of another kingdom no doubt, as the symbol of their kingdom was a bird; from which her phrase of strength was derived. The young woman looked about Josephine's age, perhaps a year older, closer to Raoul's. Her light blonde hair fell in curls around her shoulders, enveloping her pale, flawless skin with a halo of flaunted beauty. Her eyes were grey as a stormy sky over high seas, and seemed to have a high and superior expression in them. Who was she? Why was she here?<br/><br/>((<a class="postlink" href="http://d3d71ba2asa5oz.cloudfront.net/43000051/images/cc70636-mythic-goddess-medieval-princess-queen-long-gold-braid-curly-wavy-sexy-wig.jpg">Looks</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.starcostumes.com/lgimages/MR100904.jpg">Dress</a>