Olivia started to giggle softly as he complimented her, a soft pink blush touching at her cheeks while her long eyelashes fluttering ever so slightly. Of all her vices, her vanity was amongst the strongest, with a compulsive need for compliments and praise driving many of her actions. However despite his compliments he also questioned where she was from, a question that caused her to purse her lips ever so slightly.<br/><br/>Back home in Nydewia everyone knew of her completely foreign ancestry. That information was like knowing of the beauty of a King's favourite consort; everyone knows it but no one dares to say it out loud. However there was simply no escaping the telltale signs that her lineage was less than pure, her bloodline ignoble and her origin as foreign to Nydewia as frequent rain. Her skin was pale, her body thin and her eyes as vivid and blue as the ocean in the heart of summer. Even her accent gave her away, neither Theirian nor Nydewian but something similiar to both.<br/><br/>"I was actually born along the border, although more on the Theirian side and spent most of my childhood there," she admitted reluctantly. "I attended school there until my father came to collect me and I've been in Nydewia ever since." What she was half true; the orphange was also a school. However she left out the fact that she was adopted, although her obvious genetic differences gave away the fact that she wasn't even in the slightest bit Nydewian. Quickly changing the subject she asked "And what brought you to Nydewia all those years ago?"