<b>Viscountess Edelmira "Edelle" Hyde the XIV of House Glophenschardaer, the Court of Castle Auxcora, in the presence of the other nobles assembled.<br/>
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<img alt="[​IMG]" class="bbCodeImage LbImage" data-url="http://www.bostonherald.com/sites/default/files/styles/gallery/public/media/2013/07/22/Britain%20Royal%20Baby_Prus%20%285%29.jpg?itok=Z1pRW9e3" src="http://www.bostonherald.com/sites/default/files/styles/gallery/public/media/2013/07/22/Britain%20Royal%20Baby_Prus%20%285%29.jpg?itok=Z1pRW9e3" style=""/> </b><br/>The Royal Herald opens the doors to the Grand Hall where the Royal Court was assembled and present, awaiting their Queens returned from her outing and conducting their business as usual.  "PRESENTING THE HONORED LADY, VISCOUNTESS EDELMIRA HYDE THE XIV OF HOUSE GLEPHENSCHARDAER, VISCOUNTESS OF THE HOLDINGS OF NORTH JANIS AND THE BARONESS OF THE MOOGCOW MOORES, FIVE LINE DIRECT DECENDANT OF EDWARD THE BOLD, NAMESAKE OF HOUSE GLEPHENSCHARDAER, FIRST SIGNER OF THE MAGNA FEODUS!"  With that the herald takes a deep breath and steps aside, rarely coming across a longer string of introductions, but it was all well and proper of course, and managed to get the attention of everyone when they heard "House Glephenschardaer".  There was a silence broken only by a wineglass falling and then hushed voices as the short buxom woman walked in through the double doors, regal in her large cream colored gown that rustled along the red carpet , the ruffled hem and long train lavish as her curves that somehow managed to show through the layers of the "heirloom" dress.  It was a classic design for sure, but from the jealous looks of the hard afraid ladies of the court, it would be back in fashion very soon.  She continued forward to the middle of the room and stood a moment looking around slowly with wide wild eyes.<br/>Her hair fell over her otherwise bare shoulders in a rich exchange that was slightly more honey blonde than dark brown.  Wide lips, stained burgundy, smiled revealing impossibility white teeth.  "A pleasure, Lord and Ladies of the court," she said in a girlish but resonant voice.  "I, hope I am not intruding.  Please, as you were."  she almost purred her words as she looked everyone in the room in turn.  She obviously assumed much, crediting the power of her house for the stunned expressions to her entrance than peoples recallection of her reputation, and that of her family.<br/>Somewhere in the crowd, someone muttered to his female companion, "That's her, that inbred bitch from the north that eats the peseants of her holdings..."<br/>"WHO SAID THAT?!" she burst out, her eyes going wider still as that smile disappears into a snarl.  In that instant she goes from the paradym of courtly beauty desired and reflected by all the royals of the court, into something that made the blue blood in the room run cold.  "I WILL FIND YOU," she says walking forward pushing aside several nobles, including a powerful Arch Duke that nearly trips on his own boots getting out of her way.  "Was it you?!" she ask one of the courtly tarts from a minor house who was practically sobbing trying to get away.  Or was it you?!  You pompous tradesman!  I know House Woodwright when I smell it!  Lumber and sweaty horses!  You would dare?!"  When he suddenly hides behind his wife, now wide eyed and looking over her shoulder at him like "REALLY?!" then back to the rampaging Viscountess in horror.  Then she found who she was looking for as the crowd began to part.<br/><img alt="[​IMG]" class="bbCodeImage LbImage" data-url="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7c/4a/e2/7c4ae2b446e2428e746891b8b890a5bb--medieval-clothing-medieval-fashion.jpg" src="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/7c/4a/e2/7c4ae2b446e2428e746891b8b890a5bb--medieval-clothing-medieval-fashion.jpg" style=""/><br/>She stormed over to them.  "So... Tell me again...  What was it you said?"  The young girl was a lower ranked princess from the west kingdom of Foorelore, but a princess nonetheless.  The man was from a house of Merchant Lords that had risen in rank and earned the the title of Duke.  They had come to ask the blessing of the Queen Mother on their engagement that would bring about another powerful house in the kingdom.  She eyed them both for a moment.  "I know you..." She grins slowly.  "I know you!" she says excitedly like a giddy little girl and claps her hands.  Fiona Cachemoree', I didn't know you would be here!  So nice to see you again!  We must catch up.  Does your father still hold the lands east of the Two Rivals River?  He depends on that land for grazing those prize horses of his," she says this last part like an aside to one of the spectators as the princess goes pale and nods.  "It would be shame if he could not use them.  Say if there was a loooooon fence put up around the surrounding holding of Green Gallows... oh wait... There is!  That is my holding. Well one of them.  I mean... I own the only bridge at the only crossing for what is it...?  Why at least 350miles in either direction.  Maybe I should set up a toll there."  She looks up at the princess as if for the first time, remembering she is there.  She smiles wide and turns her gaze to her beau her smile disappearing again.  "And you, the lucky bride.  Oh don't give me that look,<i>you </i>will be the bitch in this marriage, rest assured.  I know your father.  I can tell you about a certain couple of somethings, that happened in the north at would not be good to get out... why... you could say it would be scandal...  I happen to know my Daddy keeps detailed records of every recipt of ever dealing he is involved in.  Your daddy is not as squeeky clean as he pretends.  Mmmmm.... bye bye Duketom.... hello... well....." she smiles wide seeing him look away.  "You seem to understand."<br/>Turning to the princess she smiles cheerfully, speaking almost singsongy.  "I'll send a wedding gift!  Maybe a saddle..." She grins and giggles looking at the would be prince and walks off happy as before like nothing strange had ever happened.  She was most certainly... of house<b>Glophenschardaer.</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>