<div align="center"><strong>Olivia Wilde</strong></div><br/>Olivia's icy blue eyes darted over towards the departing Isliea's back, as she mentally pictured invisible daggers plunging themselves into her sweaty, tanned hide. Did she seriously just<em>spit</em>? Here in court, before the presence of the King himself? There was once a time when her stomach churned at the sheer barbarity and degeneracy of the King's sister but here in Nydewia there were no civilised rules and armed, scantily clad tramps could walk into court and call themselves nobles. She was careful to only glare while her head was bowed so that the Haidar couldn't see. After all, it simply wouldn't do to reveal any sign of distaste with the proud Nydewian's family or his kingdom.<br/><br/>Slowly rising back up again, Olivia straightened her posture, gaining a more regal and imperious bearing. Her lips curled up into a smile as sweet as rich honey and her eyelashes battered in the charming manner she knew always caught Haidar offguard. "My lord, you are doing so well," she said, her voice soft and comforting. "A man of your station should not be bothered with such trivial matters as these." She had learned long ago that the King liked to be complimented for attending to the boring and menial tasks he was forced to attend to, and with him feeling so trapped and irritable it was always make him feel invaluable.<br/><br/>She flashed him a warm, sweet smile, her eyes lighting up with a look of respect and adoration as she continued to speak. "I promise you that you won't have to endure much of this," she said, her voice as rich and gentle as fine silk. "The Kingdoms of Theiri and Aserit are vastly different and I'm sure that that much has already become abundantly clear to them during these negotiations. With the prospect of peace diminishing, I assure you that it is only a matter of time before Theiri opens an invitation to us, in order to ensure that they have some leverage over Aserit."<br/><br/>Her glance flickered over towards the fair-skinned woman at the King's side, P'Tulla. "After all," she added with a respectful nod. "Our warriors have often left the dogs of Aserit quivering in their boots." Although she and P'Tulla hardly ever spoke and had little in common she had to admit she kind of liked the quiet, imposing woman. Being a foreigner herself, she felt a kind of connection to the woman, and most importantly she wasn't as loud and obnoxious as most of the "nobles" that made up the Nydewian court. Except for when she drank of course.<br/><br/>Olivia turned her gaze back to the King, her voice making that soft, gentle cooing that she found always cooled down the King's rage. "I expect an envoy from Theiri will arrive her very, very soon."