<div class="floatleft">(http://www.justd3.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/fanart-0091-full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Corrine Reynaud<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Countess<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Queen's reception room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Alveena, Diane<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Patience was Corrine’s game at that moment. She saw her sisters practically leap at the chance to stand in front of the queen and flaunt themselves to her and their imagined “talents.” While she stayed quiet in the back, letting the slew of her sisters go one by one, most of them seeming to receive mild reactions from Alveena. Until Diane pulled the bold move of drawing a dagger to the queen’s throat. If Alveena had not been a former companion, the girl may well have been detained and beheaded for even making the slightest of motions against her. It was a great risk, but seemed to pay off much to Corrine’s surprise. This queen was not as she expected. Of course, Corrine believed Alveena would expect her son’s  companions to be capable, but also to have some form of civility. Diane’s tactic was brash, and within her own mind barbaric. But if that was what would procure her position, so be it.<br/><br/>The countesses pale blue eyes shot up at the mention of her name.<em>“The queen knows of me, a good sign,” </em>she thought to herself immediately. Quickly her eyes averted around the room and rapidly her mind turned to what she could do to impress the queen. Behind Diane and the queen was a table lined with food, the centerpiece being a roasted boar. Its mouth was agape, and a ripe apple sat inside of it. Just too perfect.<br/><br/>Corrine bent her knee slightly and reached down at her feet and pulled out her intricately designed crossbow, as well as a single bolt from her personal bag. She loaded the weapon and prepared it to fire. It felt like an extension of her very arm she had grown so adept in its use. Her favorite toy, and ultimately what may win her place at Randolf’s side.<br/><br/>“Corrine, of house Reynaud, of the city of Red Harbor. Our legends say that my family was a great ally to the great king Gerold who united the Ahdenii people with the Remi. I’m here to honor those century old ties by serving prince Randolf, and seeing him elevated to his rightful place.”  Corrine bowed her head down and her hair draped down her face, hiding the creamy smooth texture of her western skin. She rose back up, proud and tall. “But if words are not enough,”  she said with a smirk and glance at Diane standing next to the queen. “then observe,”  the raven haired companion hopeful said as she  lifted her crossbow up in a fast motion. Her finger squeezed the release trigger and following a slight popping sound the bolt flung out at rapid speed. It flew right in between Alveena and Diane, soaring inches away from the latter’s face. The bolt struck the apple out of the boars mouth and pinned the fruit against the far wall. Corrine stood satisfied with herself, cocking one hip out to the side slightly and lazily letting  her crossbow hang down, waiting for her eventual acceptance.