<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>Outside Theiri castle<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Kale, Kaniene, Sir Ralph<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Locked in the gaze with Kale as she was, Essaline did not witness the thrown fruit. She only heard her daughters cut off words, superseded by the scent of rotten tomato, followed swiftly by the threat. She would<em>hhhssst</em>in her daughters direction, never breaking eye contact with the Heir of Theiri.<strong> “ Decorum, Kaniene. We do not waste good steel on pathetic, weak fools.”</strong><br/><br/>Her head would ease slightly to the side, the cool beauty of her visage gathering a look much like her son Auron took on. Calculating, no emotion, even as with but a slight squeeze of her sleek thighs she urged her steed closer to Kale and his Knights without an ounce of fear. Her tone would flow forth,  silk upon cold steel, green eyes flashing beneath tawny strands shifting about her cheeks.<strong> “ You should know fear Kale. The Princesses fury has yet to be tempered with wisdom. Yet her Mother has already gained such..”</strong>She did not offer Kale his proper title, for in her mind, he did not deserve one. Leaning forward in the saddle, she would take on a rather lazy pose, her arms crossing over the pommel, breasts within her scalemail threatening in a most delightful way to spill free, lips pursing slightly.<strong> “ This happens to be my second son. And he is quite dangerous. Indeed, the Heir does like his finery. Much to my chagrin I assure you..”</strong>Her eyes would roll slightly, a hand flopping as if to say 'what can you do'. Breaking her gaze, she would study her nails in a bored manner, still leaning forward as Bellator shifted again, a few more steps that took her even closer to Sir Ralph.<strong> “ Yet do not think his foppish manners, or his impeccable taste in fashion means he is not dangerous. For danger can come at any moment Prince Kale, when one least expects it!”</strong><br/><br/>With a shout the Queen was moving, sitting up straight in her saddle, yanking Bellator even closer to Sir Ralph. At the same moment, with the added momentum of her horse she would effectively stand in the stirrups, releasing one booted foot to rise and smash with a heavy calculated force into the fat Knights chest. Swinging Bellator around in a full circle, she would bark a laugh, shouting to Kale as her horse bounced about, wanting his head desperately.<strong> “ You make my King wait Prince Kale! This is unacceptable for a parley that was called by YOUR King! Lead us now, or I swear I will force my way passed you!”</strong>