<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 125%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">House of Cadell<br/>Lady in Waiting</span></span></span><br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130430235600/wiki-amistad/es/images/thumb/0/02/Scarlet_by_skipta-d5h1tgb.jpg/180px-Scarlet_by_skipta-d5h1tgb.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Lady Amena Aeide</span></span></span></div><br/><br/>Amena had held her tongue, as she had learned long ago from her life that holding your tongue sometimes reaped more benefits than not--at least for her. When Yakari had began his tongue lashing against the two knights, she had to turn her head some and hide the small smile that graced her lips. Yakari was a rather honest fellow, though she worried it would get him into quite a bit of trouble. She could only hope Lady Marina realized that Yakari was speaking about her being Gregorio's target, but she didn't know the lady well enough to really be sure.<br/><br/>Edward gave his warnings and the room was quiet for a long moment after the orderly left. Danielle still stood next to her, and the four men seemed to only glare at one another. She gave a sigh, tired of the games the men played and against her better judgement, she spoke.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000"> "You know, it is all great and wonderful that you all have your goals. Some of you want land, others want glory, then you have those who desire the throne themselves---and for what? What do you truly get out of it? A comfortable chair with servants and a target on your back? You get your glory and you get your gold, but the rest of us--"</span></span>Amena gestured to herself and the other ladies in the room,<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000"> "will be trampled on, used on chess pieces for a game no one will ever truly win. Blood will spill, and maybe some fancy the taste--but I for one do not. While I love God, truly, I do not wish to meet him any time soon, but that's what will happen to the lot of us if you continue your games. I have had all I can take, really. Between my father and the rest of you, I don't feel as if there is a safe place for anyone."</span></span>Amena had worked herself up quite well, her cheeks flushing as all her frustration began to pour out.<br/><br/>She walked around the room like an agitated cat, her dress swishing as angrily as she spoke.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"Oh yes, you are all very strong--oh yes, you are all very educated and well read...But for what? So you can waste it by spilling one another's brains onto the ground? You expect all to come to your beck and call, to love and adore you! Yes, my lords, allow me to worship you!"</span></span>she said, giving a mocking curtsy to no one in particular, but it was clearly directed to all the men with overly ambitious goals.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold"> "And should this worshiping not please you?"</span></span>she asked as she suddenly turned to Alexander, her hands fisted in her skirts as she lifted them some to storm over to him like an angry hurricane.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000">"Are you not happy with how I curtsy for you? What would you like me to do, my lord? Kiss your feet? Make your clothes? Cook your dinner?"</span></span>Alexander looked beyond uncomfortable at Amena's sudden proximity and took a step back. He realized that he was retreating and then stood straight, taking a step towards Amena in the hopes of intimidating her, but like the night before she had forgotten all fear and only let anger guide her.<br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000"><br/>"What now, my lord? Are you going to snatch me up? Are you going to hit me?"</span></span>she growled out, practically daring him to do so.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #BF0000"> "Let me tell you something, SIR,"</span></span>she spat the last word out as if it were bile and grabbed Alexander by his shirt, snatching him down to eye level. His eyes widened in surprise at her bold move and he had no choice but to hear her.<span style="color: #BF0000"><span style="font-weight: bold">"If your intentions with Lady Marina or Lady Danielle--whomever you choose in the long run--are anything but pure, I will find you myself and you will pay for any wickedness you bestowed upon them."</span></span>She then shoved him away, and he stumbled back only two steps.<br/><br/>Her chest heaved as she began to calm down and she began to realize all she had done. However, she did not allow those in the room to notice that she felt a bit guilty for her tirade. Instead, she walked over to a chair and sat down in it, a slight wooshing sound coming from her dress. She tilted her chin up, turning her head away to look out the window.