<div align="center"><strong>Sanguine LeChance</strong></div><br/>Sanguine’s smile faded slowly when Princess Juli declined his offer to escort her. It seemed that after less than a month of royalty, the Princess was already too proud to dirty her hands with the great unwashed like himself. He wanted to tell her that he’d heard her “Labeled” far worse than a “Rabble-Rouser”, but instead he did his best to still seem charming.<br/><br/>“As you wish Princess. I’m sorry if I have offended.” San nodded, letting Eyes lead them both back to the Stairwell. “It has been rumored that behaving outside of one’s station can be soothing for the soul, but maybe that’s just a commoner’s myth.”<br/><br/>Sanguine walked back into the dining room and was instantly made aware of the fact that Lenally was back. He hadn’t even thought much of the fact that she’d left but now her smell was prominent throughout the room. Heavy endorphins, estrogen, hormones and feminine wetness were so strong that it very nearly made San’s eyes water. He slid his arm over his face to try and focus on something else.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>King Archibald Aserit</strong></div><br/>“Running around, chasing filthy vermin again? I told you to behave yourself!” Archi barked, grasping Lenally by her shoulder and shaking her. “You’re not a child anymore, you need to act more grown-up.”<br/><br/>When Archi had finished with his diatribe, he punctuated it with a swift backhand across Lenally’s face, leaving the pattern of marks from his rings behind. This was Archi’s idea of parenting, give them the stick when they’re bad, the carrot when they’re good.<br/><br/>With a wave of his hand, Archi sent Lenally back to her seat.