“My people have been at war with the Gypsy tribes for generations, and I have been the architect behind more than a few bloody deeds. Perhaps your enemies would say something similar about your exploits on the battlefield.” San said, his calm tone returning as he turned in his seat toward Juli. “The toast was in honor of those that have died for what they believed in, regardless of what those beliefs or their native lands. Something that I thought you would appreciate, given your military history.”<br/><br/>“Furthermore, I made no threat or action against your father, whom I have yet to even be in the same room as. I merely told the queen that my abilities made it possible for me to cut down even a monarch, no mention was made of nationality.” Sanguine continued. “I apologize if you misunderstood my intentions. Over the years I’ve found it much better to introduce myself as I am, rather than to pretend to be otherwise. If you’ll recall, it was Lady Fool who drew the blade, and perhaps it was crass for me to mutilate her outfit, I get edgy when people hold blades at me.”<br/><br/>Taking another slow sip from his goblet, San returned to his original seated position.<br/><br/>“If I were in your shoes, Princess Juliette, I most certainly would not trust one such as myself. Trust, however, is not something I crave as I know myself to be unworthy of it. But to be despised, for no affront besides who I am... Surely you can appreciate how unpleasant that can be.”