There was one common law within the universe; Those who viewed them selves better then the rest were stupid! Flint was amazed at how easy it was to take a ring from a Lady's hand, smiling charmingly at her while she eyed him with bored, or judging eyes. Or how much of a cake walk it was to relieve some Lord of his pocket watch while he pretended to listen to him brag about his wealth. He had been present for a little under an hour, and he had enough wealth in his pocket to buy a boat and sail away from this horrid country. It was wonderful, and probably more then he'd ever make in his life. Flint sent a silent prayer up to the gods for this beautiful opportunity while he walked towards the edge of the room. He was tempted to call it a night, and slip out the back when he was tapped on the shoulder.<br/><br/>"My dear sir, I don't believe we've met," came a soft voice from behind, and Flint put on a smile and turned, only to falter when he came face to face with Queen Amalia. Her gorgeous eyes stared at him, and Flint forced himself to speak. "Your majesty, I was not aware you'd be present,"he stammered, earning a laugh. "You didn't? Why, my dear, this is my party after all, which is why, little rabbit, I'm so curious as to who you are." Her gaze seemed to turn piercing, and Flint racked his brain.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Sh!t!</span><br/><br/>"Oh, I see. I apologize, my Lady. I am...a representative for Lord Cromwell. He was unable to attend you see. Some unseen business popped up, and my Lord did not tell me what this event was, only that I was to show up." At the mention of Cromwell, the queen perked up, and grabbed a hold of Flint's arm lightly. "Are you now? Did my dear Tobias send word? He's been...distant as of late, and I was hoping he might have a...response for my letter?" Flint's brain connected the dots.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The queen, is 'Mallie'?!</span><br/><br/>Flint forced his face to stay pleasant, and composed as he quickly thought of an answer. "No, I'm afraid my Lord did not send me along with a letter tonight, my queen. Perhaps I can take a message to him?" Amalia's face fell, and her grasp on Flint's arm slipped away, before she smiled at him again. "No, little rabbit, I've no words for him. Well, I do hope you enjoy the rest of the party, but don't tire your self out. The feast is about to begin. Best not to skip out before dinner." A chill ran down his spin as the air around them seemed to grow several degrees colder all of a sudden, and if Flint didn't know any better, the queens gaze seemed to be staring at him with some sort of primal hunger. He gulped, but shot her a bright smile none the less.<br/><br/>"My Lady, I'd never dream of it."he said with a bow. Amalia watched him a moment longer before turning and making her way towards the front of the room, where Flint could now see her husband talking with a few respected Lords. Once she was gone, Flint shuddered. That was terrifying.