<div align="center"><strong>Olivia Wilde</strong></div><br/><div align="center">(http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lq5q7nhyEq1r069m6o1_r1_500.jpg)</div><br/>Olivia sat in front of the mirror inside her bedchamber, running a brush through her flowing, silky locks. Letting out a gentle sigh, she flicked her wrist downwards in an elegant, practised movement to make her hair perfectly straight. Soon she’d have to leave to attend the court of her lord, King Haidar of the Rampage and she wanted to look absolutely perfect before stepping outside the sheltered cloister of her private chamber. Her room within the confines of Castle Oasis was like her own private sanctuary, a bastion of civility and order within a land of savages. Her bed was draped in the finest silks while scattered across the room were bookcases of rich imported pine, filled to bursting point with tomes, scrolls and treatises. Normally she hated leaving these confines for anything but lately she couldn’t control her excitement, with the possibility that she may finally be able to travel to Theiri like she always wanted.<br/><br/>Slowly a knock sounded at the door and an attendant poked his head inside. “My lady,” he asked rather impatiently. “The King is waiting for you.” Letting out a weary sigh, Olivia continued running her brush through her hair. “A person of greatness never hurries,” she replied calmly, quoting one of her favourite authors. “A person of greatness causes others to hurry.” The attendant stood there for a moment, fidgeting nervously. “My lady,” he added finally. “The King is getting impatient.”<br/><br/>Gently resting her brush upon the table, Olivia turned her head and smiled at the attendant warmly. After all, he was only doing his job and it would be him that would have to keep running back and forth between the furious king and her if she kept him waiting much longer. “Very well. Tell him I’ll be there soon,” she replied coolly. King Haidar had been very irritable lately, confined within the walls of the castle and he was beginning to fray at the edges a little as a result. It was she who had subtly suggested that the King slowly begin to turn down his raids, as a precursor to opening up negotiations with the other realms in the first place and she was confident that he understood the necessity of that. Still he was a restless spirit, one who couldn’t stay in one place for too long.<br/><br/>Fetching a few scrolls and stuffing them into her satchel, Olivia got to her feet and opened the door, stepping out in the hallway. It was only a short walk towards the throne room, as Haidar liked to keep her close at hand when tending to matters of state. Striding confidently into the spacious chamber she stopped short of the throne and bowed politely, looking up at the visibly irritated older man. “You summoned me, my lord.”<br/>