<div class="floatright">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m5ed4r9DWP1qk0v9so1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Kaniene Maxisus<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Princess of Aserit<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Traveling through the slum area<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Essaline, Auron, Kale, NPC Theiri, Orianthi<hr/><br/>The exchange between Kale and her mother truly tested Kaniene’s patience, which was already dwindling due to other reasons already. Their interaction only furthered her dislike for court life. People could say about a lot about her. That she was not feminine or even pleasant company, but they would always know without a doubt how she felt about them. There would be no prettily laced words to appease another’s ears when she felt like they were not worth a chicken’s feces. Now, within the small crowd, there was one who held more of her dislike than Kale and his lap dogs. The young girl. By Aserit standards, she was more than capable to wield a sword and not a child. She waited without an ounce of emotion on her face other than lurking fire dancing beneath her cinnamon eyes. Each second brought the movement closer to existence. Around ten seconds in, she dismounted Hooper without the grace of a predator, not making the slightest of noises when her feet touched the ground.<br/><br/>Then the prince insulted her again, and she fought the urge to bristle at his taunt. Her teeth gritted together as she willed herself to ignore him. Kaniene’s attention remained on the brat, who had more courage to throw a rotten tomato than wield an actual weapon. The fifteen seconds were over, and she was about to strike down the girl with an unforgiving blow until her mother made the most annoying of sounds at her then spoke about the need for decorum.<strong>“Pity,”</strong>she commented with genuine displeasure as the fire within her eyes cooled to burning embers. It appeared that the young girl was saved from becoming yet another victim to decorate her sword. Her father’s reminder for nonviolence again echoed in her mind but she was not exactly sure if he would think the same after their treatment.<br/><br/>The sword returned to its sheath, and it seemed as though as was well. Well, not exactly. Auron’s voice, full with anger, rose above the masses. Still, Kaniene did not look away from the girl to comfort her brother. Then, predictably, Orianthi chose to make an appearance rather than remain within the confines of the carriage. The reaction of townsfolk was as usual whenever her sister chose to grace people with her presence. They were transfixed by her. Kaienene, on the other hand, appeared annoyed. It did not surprise her when her sister spoke of nonviolence. The apple did not fall far from the tree. Often times, this closeness between her father and sister with their shared viewed caused her to wonder if the man actually sired her. It was at the tip of her tongue to inform her sister that she could handle small issues such as the peasant and the battlefield without much difficult, but she did not wish to display disunion in front of the enemy.<strong>“Ugh,”</strong>she groaned to Orianthi without smiling back at the older sibling. With her sister now out of the carriage, she was reminded of the reason why the royal court bothered her so much. Prettily spoken words were not appealing to her.<br/><br/>She tuned out her sister’s exchange with the Dog Prince. True to her mother and sister’s request, Kaniene did not withdraw her weapon to harm the girl. Instead, she pulled back her hand then punched the bitch directly in the nose with enough force to send her stumbling backwards and blood to spew wildly. She threw her sister’s handkerchief down at the girl’s feet. Despite what one might view as cruelty, she displayed restraint by not completely shattering the nasal bones. If her father or mother viewed the action as offensive, she would accept her punishment without whimpering. At her sister's words about fatigue, Kaniene's stomach growled though she was hesitant to eat any food from within the castle.<strong>"My actions have nothing to do with being tired. And we were kept waiting because the dog likes the sound of his own voice,"</strong>she calmly informed her sister. Still watchful for some type of attack, she returned to stand next to Hooper who head-bumped her gently. Her hand came up to stroke at the beloved horse's side.