<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/beart3.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jacquelyn Hellatious<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Courtyard<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, Noon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Reynik, Open<br/><br/>As the stranger bowed, Jacquelyn studied his movements and airs.  There was nothing abrasive about this man.  Well, nothing out of the ordinary just yet.  Most persons of high rank were tedious company with false smiles, dishonest words, and even worse motives.  At best there were simply arrogant, or stupid with power.  Cynical as she was, Jacquelyn wondered what possible flaws this man would have.  So far he simply seemed proud.<br/>Even as he introduced himself Jacquelyn did little to hide her scrutiny.  She wanted this man to know she would be watching him, just as she would be watching all the other competitors.<br/><strong>"Pleased to meet you, Sir Reynik Darkfang.  Welcome to Latania.  I shall look forward to seeing you on the Proving Grounds."</strong>She didn't sound as pleased as she should be, one of the many things that made nobles call her the wicked princess.<br/><br/>Perhaps the smile she used as greeting earlier was not truly genuine, but when Reynik announced he would not be needing much of her time, Jacquelyn's smile grew all the more bright.  Over her many experiences in the past, it was not ideal to anger her father at such important events, and this was a large event that she needed to be a part of.<br/>She took the scroll from Reynik and examined it.  Indeed it seemed authentic, and untampered with.<br/><strong>"Thank you, good sir knight.  I assure you that this shall reach its destination."</strong>Jacquelyn said.  She took another look at it, now with the eyes of a curious youth rather than that of a princess.<br/><strong>"Your people are doing well, I hope?"</strong>Jacquelyn asked, slipping the scroll in to her pocket, unable to hide her interested and concerned.  She thought of the stories of war from the armoury.   They never seemed to have a happy ending.<br/><br/><strong>"I too am on my way to the Proving Grounds, perhaps we could ride together."</strong>Jacquelyn suggested as a stableboy emerged with her favourite chestnut coloured pony.  For once duty won over her disdain for strange company.<br/>Just then Rose emerged as well and without warning, placed a simple, but elegant golden crown on the princess' head.  Its thin tendrils curling to emulate the gentle waves of the ocean on a calm summer day.<br/>"I apologise for the intrusion, sir, but her highness cannot be seen on such an important day without the proper attire." Rose said bluntly, scolding Jacquelyn more than she was speaking to Reylik.  Jacquelyn's cheeks were tickled pink with embarrassment.  She cleared her throat and smiled a strained smile at her maid-servant,<strong>"Yes, how careless of me.  Thank you, Rose."</strong>With a great deal of effort, Jacquelyn managed not to step on Rose's feet as she mounted her horse.