<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/067513c7f31876cd9d23874e183b1597/tumblr_mjppt8YZRB1qbz6f6o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Diane Thorne<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Countess, House of Garabreth<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Road to the Temple of the Gods<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>She had chosen a path of life or death, fight or flight- and it had paid off for now. Another time, she would have been taken to the floor and crumpled in a pool of her own cooling blood. The last moments of the Queen's choices passed with an eventful flash here and there, the small woman's brazen display provoking her Sisters into their own actions to attract Queen Alveena's eye. Diane had set the bar, climbing to the top of the ranks as the first choice to become her Prince's Companion. It was half worrisome, and half humorous as the others fell into line. There was some looks of distaste for what she had started, and others grudging respect. The House of Garabreth did nothing half-assed and perhaps she should have realized this before drawing steel on a royal member. Silly, since a majority of Prince Randolph's would-be murderers were his own royal siblings.<br/><br/>Diane glanced at the other girls that gathered at the Queen's side, a curve of her darkened lips was her only greeting to them. No words were spoken- but she was certain there would be time for that later. Now, their Prince was alone and in peril without them by his side. She lead the way out the door, letting herself be herded like cattle for the moment until she stepped onto the worn path that lead to the Temple of the Gods. This was the easy part, getting there- the travel between now and Prince Randolph's regency was another.