"Yes, my lady." He accepted the letter, tucking the paper within his coat pocket and followed her, standing beside her and looking out for possible assassins. He listened to her when she questioned the lack of movement space. He considered a diplomatic answer, "My lady, you may not know this but your father was loved by his people. That is why they are here as a form of respect."<br/><br/>He heard her voice again, he looked down at her and to who she was gesturing at. It was Mina, a young lady, older than him by about five years... he looked back at the princess, "That would be Mina, daughter of the second Advisor of your father. She is pretty-" He clammed up as Mina approached. He tried to smile at Mina when the princess was not looking, and before he could say anything, she skipped of again. "Ah..." Allen let his hand drop limply to his side, bafore assuming a more professional posture.<br/><br/>"She is pretty hot-tempered at times, I was about to warn you about just that." The eleventh chime rang out, the funeral was beginning. He wrapped his finger around her hand, "My lady, this way," He led her to where the open coffin lay. Men and women nodded, dressed in black and white, like chesspieces.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Leonhart whispered to Mina as the chime rang repeatedly, "That was too friendly, look now, you may just have gotten the poor boy into trouble." He smiled, "We should go over there," He led her to a small line, which was quickly growing in length.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Scottie pulled out a red hot brand, her sweat dripping from her forehead before slipping past her tender lips. She walked forward, he hips moving in a sultry manner, and pressed the red metal into the man's chest. The man screamed even as she tossed the metal into a bucket of water. She crouched so that they were eye to eye, "So, will you tell me who gave you the orders or we will have a round ten."<br/><br/>The prisoner mumbled something inaudible. Scottie slapped him with the back of her hand, a strict blow, knuckles striking the condamned fellow. "Speak up. Or I'll-" The man's head drooped as he fell unconcious, blood drippong from his nose. She sighed, removing all the metallic tools within the rusted bucked and dousing him in the water. Time out.<br/><br/>She exited the cell, locking the door behind her. She ran her hands over her black tunic, sighing when she saw her fingers covered in soot and blood. She would have to clean that up later. She was the first blade of Lucifinia, an assassin to die for. Her regular jobs involve interrogation and torture, she enjoyed the latter more, however, the late king had specifiaclly told the prisons to control the amount of what they send to the torture rooms.