<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>Queen's reception room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alveena<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Everything felt afire as she rose to stand as an equal to the Queen of Ahremberg, her muscles tensed as if she was going into battle. In a way, she was. They were all fighting to seize and maintain a spot as one of the Prince's Companions. Their duty was to be the Prince's shield, and his blade in times of need. There was little they as members of the Sisterhood had not been trained to be. Everyone here was equal, no rank or station to hold them aloft. This was a final test to take a step toward a place like the Queen had seized... Queen of the land, and wife to the Prince's father. Diane stood among her white clothed Sisters, invisible due to her shorter stature. They moved around her, speaking again and again- giving their reasons to be one of the chosen few.<br/><br/>Diane of the House of Garabreth slipped between spaces in the ranks, moving silently and surely. It was easier to sneak here as she was unencumbered by any of her armor or the other blades she kept for throwing. It was simple to play this way, to show a skill instead of attempting to speak her thoughts. She had grown up silent, her opinions hidden behind a pleasant mask. When the Queen turned to listen to another woman that trotted out her proposal, the raven haired woman stepped up. Her belt knife slipped from its sheath, and she slide up to the Alveena. The point was in a dangerous position, not pressed but the edge held to the Queen's throat.<br/><br/><strong>"My name is Diane Thorne, of the Dark Horses of House Garabreth. I will be his blade, his shield... What they can offer you for him, I have lived before my banishment by my father's killer to the Sisterhood..."</strong>She stepped around the imposing figure the Queen cut, sheathing her dagger.<strong>"Forgive me for accosting you, it better showed my skills than just speaking."</strong>She stepped into the ranks of her Sisters, moving to the back to wait.