<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Melrose1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jol'andra Melrose<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holding Cells<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>The slaves, Her most righteous Majesty - The Queen, Artemis the Beloved<br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Training Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://denyaraythern.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/104394-gladiatorin-lederruestung-braun-female-gladiator-leather-armour-brown.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><br/><strong>“Silence, knaves!”</strong>She called out as she heard footsteps approaching, it made her wonder sometimes if Her Majesty was too forgiving with the slaves, but Jol’andra was never the one to question her beloved queen’s authority. Whilst there were moments she was sweet and kind, it won’t do to have the slaves banter on whilst the Queen admires them. Nay, a slave needed to be respectful and believe how they are somebody else’s possession, not just<em>know</em>it.<br/><br/>Clad in her training attire and a small piece underneath so she may provide herself with enough leverage to move, but not too much to impede her duty Jel’ondra knelt as the Queen’s footsteps gained prominence within the halls.<br/><br/><strong>“My dear Queen.”</strong>She spoke sweetly.<strong>“A pleasure to have you amongst us, and so early in the day as well! How may we be of service?”</strong><br/><br/>Out of duty, Jel’ondra’s head will remain knelt until the Queen, in her absolute wisdom, pulls her back up or leave her there, it mattered not. She had served this one for over two years now, and was a personal favorite of her mother. Honor, duty and piety were simple words, but when bound in fabric of love, they spoke ever brighter and Jel’ondra – despite her shortcomings in her own eye – hoped to shine bright ever more, for the Queen deserved nothing less.