<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m7ijzlvIdD1rbjskko1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Essaline<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Aserit Queen<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Theiri Castle Courtyard<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>All present<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Her children obeyed her orders as they must, though Essaline could tell they were loath to. Inwardly she would smile, for all of her brood behaved just as she knew they would. Kaniene and Auron, wanting nothing more then to sweep through the gathered Theirians and remove heads from shoulders with glee. Orianthi, diffusing the situation with the fluid grace she had been raised with. It always amazed her how her genes split so evenly between her two daughters. Kaniene holding every ounce of battle thrill and skill of her mother, and Orianthi holding the sensuous grace the Queen was quite capable of, but few rarely saw.<br/><br/>Her eyes of green were settled heavily upon the backs of those that escorted the Aserits and their retinue through what remained of Theiri, especially upon Kale. The words that had been whispered in her ear about the Heir seemed to be false. She had been told he was a humble young man, not one to boast, nor throw out unwarranted taunts. From the moment he had greeted the Aserits he had been nothing but rude. Every bit of anger that had been forced from she and her children had begun with the words thrown at them by Kale...<br/><br/>...true, they were simply words, and not worthy of the reaction Kale managed to garner from them, but the man she had just met was<em>not</em>the man she had been told about. This only brought about the question of what his father the King was like?<br/><br/>Loresno however, now he fit his description perfectly. A man of honor. Essaline could tell the First Sword wanted nothing more then to smack Kale across the face for his sneering attitude, yet his honor in his position held him in check. A true Knight.<br/><br/>Sighing softy, a slight roll of her eyes would occur at the mention of the goings on within the Gardens they were passing through. Again, thoughts fled to wondering what the Theiri might think of the Aserits and how they were around anything of a sexual nature. Though they were of a warrior clan, they were not wanton. She knew it was said that all the Aserit Royalty shared themselves with abandon, when this was so very far from the truth..... besides her husband and the Heir...<em>mostly</em>all of them were not wanton...<br/><br/>As much as her mind fled from thought to thought, it was not long before she noted the Castle gates before them, the Castle itself looming into view. And what a view it was. Essaline might be a woman who eagerly chose battle over niceties, but she was very capable of noting and appreciating beauty. Oh and it was. It was also quite obvious to her where all the monies the Theiri Royalty gained went to. And so it was, with a lofted brow and bright eyes continuously scanning her surroundings, the Queen of Aserit gained the courtyard of the Theiri Castle. She would remain upon her saddle as the carriage with her husband and daughter trundled past the gates, only dismounting when all of her family were within. Standing next to Bellator in silence, she fleetingly pondered on where Reynard could be. A slow smile curled the corner of her lips. Knowing her son, he was already within the Castle vicinity, if not actually inside.