<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Melrose1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jol'andra Melrose<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Holding Cells<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Her most righteous Majesty - The Queen, Artemis the Beloved, Amelia the Just, Claude<br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Training Attire</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://denyaraythern.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/104394-gladiatorin-lederruestung-braun-female-gladiator-leather-armour-brown.jpg)</div></div></div><br/><br/><strong>“I shall hold you to that, dearest Artemis.”</strong>Jol’andra whispered with a grateful smile, and once more a stiff bow of her head as she closed her eyes. The moment her Queen called out her name, she turned around and with utmost respect, put her free hand back upon her chest once more. Of course subservience didn’t mean her other senses were dulled; had she felt one of their lives were in danger her whip hand would have lashed and brought the fucker to his knees. Indeed, Jol’andra was an expert with her hands, amongst other things.<br/><br/><strong>“Your words, my hands… your Grace.”</strong>She responded to the one true Queen. She continued to observe the exchange between the new catch and their most fearsome warrior, Amelia the Just but held her tongue for the most part. Her job was to break them down and rekindle anew, everything else was secondary and there were people who were better at it than her.<br/><br/><strong>“Please allow me to return to my tasks, my Queen.”</strong>She made a humble bow and slowly made her way to the cell where a good looking boy watched their exchange. Her eyes ran up his form and settled upon his eyes.<br/><br/><strong>“Tell me, boy.”</strong>She asked, her one foot upon his bunk as she tinkered with her boot, whip ever ready in her other hand.<strong>“Why do you think that other man is being tortured?”</strong>