<div class="floatleft">(http://i1184.photobucket.com/albums/z335/Bchan1986/nm_zpse24ad6d3.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ladondra Povey<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Grand Duchess, House of Beaumont<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Queen's reception room<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Open<br/><br/>Time seemed to move at a snails pace as Ladondra stood amongst the doorway leading to the Queen's reception hall.  How long has it been now since the last time she had laid eyes upon the beloved Queen?  Before joining the sisterhood when she was fifteen, she had only been inside the kingdom a handful of times as a child.  It was one thing to be a distant relative and another to be a Grand Duchess of Beaumont.  Since her mother had died when she was little, she had taken over the role of overlooking the household.  Her older brother, Jaqc was serving his duties as a new Knight and her younger twin brother, Willis, had just finished his Page training and was now one year into his Squire.  Four years had passed since then.  In roughly two more years, Willis would be joining the rank of Knight; the same as their older brother, Jaqc, who was well into his third year as one.  How she missed them so.<br/><br/>If she had been born a male instead instead of female, she no doubtingly wouldn't be standing here in the hallway with a bunch of other women; wearing nothing, but a white chemise(that almost blended with her pale skin), with a belt about her waist holding a dagger and arming sword on either side of her hips.  A simple pair of leather shoes covered her feet.  Back then, she had had her servants bathe, dress, and do her hair for her, but now that she was part of the sisterhood, she quickly learned to do these things on her own.  No that she was a spoiled child growing up, mind you.  As stated before, she had a house to tend to.  All work and little fun and by fun, she meant training with her brother, Willis.  The way sparks flew when their swords clashed together or feeling intensity fade away once her fingers released an arrow from her bow.  But times were different now.  Comparing her skills from then to now were uncanny.  Her long ebony hair hung free along her back; green eyes scanning the room with curiosity.  Women from different ranks were spotted about.  From Princesses to slave girls and those in-between.  It didn't seem to matter how rich or how poor you were as long as your sole purpose was to protect the Prince of Ahremberg.<br/><br/>Any time now, it would be midnight and their lives would be placed into the hands of fate itself.  Would she be chosen to become a fellow companion for Prince Randolf or would she be sent back home to continue waiting to be married off to some unknown stranger?  The intensity filling the air was a little unnerving, but then again, the same awkwardness was felt whenever her two brother would argue over being the next heir to their family.  She wondered how her father was doing.  Was he still alive?  How was his health nowadays?  So many questions left unanswered swirled about her constantly moving mind.  While these occupied her thoughts, she leaned against the wall with her hands overlapped and resting upon her midsection.