<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>Castle Theri courtyard<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Those around her<hr/><br/>Despite the jovial chatter ahead between the Dog Prince and his followers, Kaniene did not appear the least bit pleased with her current predicament or situation. It did not help that there was a pesky sprout of curiosity to investigate the kingdom of Theiri. In her mind, she justified it to wanting to know more about the people in order to destroy them on the field of battle. Yet, the reality stayed hidden underneath unclear thoughts. Plus, being in disguise sounded more intriguing than listening to stuffy and insincere greetings from her father to the other king.<br/><br/>Hooper snorted loudly to gain her attention, and in response, she reached forward to stroke her fingers across his mane. The silky tendrils of black comforted her. For a moment, she wondered about the person who gifted the horse to her. Did he make it into the city unharmed? There had been no word to indicate otherwise, and she knew it was foolish to worry about him. He was more than capable to take care of himself and others. Maybe she was tired from the journey since her thoughts did not make any sense at all. The great walls of the castle loomed closer and closer with each passage of time. To some, it seemed richer and more luxurious almost like something out of a peddler’s dream.<br/><br/>Yet, to Kaniene, it was a prison. Its walls were a beautiful but oppressive cage. She preferred the outdoors, regardless of her location, where she made the rules and her fate was of her own making. She glanced  upward to the Dog Prince with familiar disdain but underneath those hazel eyes of fury lurked the desire for knowledge. Yet, common sense told her nothing but lies and insults would come from his lips. There had to be someone within the castle with a loose tongue. Someone who could be manipulated. The gates opened slowly with a low creak, and then, the loud voices of the Dog Prince’s subjects rose to greet him. Her back stiffened in the saddle as she pulled gently at the reins to slow Hooper’s pace. She stared out unwaveringly into the various knights. Each of their eyes told a story of hatred or fear for her family and her people. Kaniene waited until Kale came to a halt before she clicked her tongue for Hooper to slow down his pace to a stop. Now was the time for formalities between rulers. Already, she was extremely bored.