Christina was the first to be dragged in.  She was still in the rags she had been wearing, a tattered brown dress and tan top that she had worn while waiting on tables.  Her long brown hair hung in front of her face, obscuring her beatiful features.  She was cursing, struggling a bit against the two servants who led her in, each of them clutching an arm.<br/><br/>"Let me go this instant!" she shouted as she tried to break free.  Sensing the powerful prescence in the room, she stopped fighting and looked up at the Countess.  She struggled a bit causing the servant's to let go and took a step forward.  "Your highness, there must be some mistake.  I have done nothing to you!" she protested.  Her mother had always said her mouth would get her into trouble one day.<br/>