<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/600full-emmanuelle-beartsmaller.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jacquelyn Hellatious<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Leaving the Courtyard<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, Noon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Reynik, Open<br/><br/>Jacquelyn and Rose shot each other another set of subtle, but dirty looks before Rose fell back in to her place in the Princess' escort behind her.<strong>"That is good to hear, Sir Reynik.  I am not too fond of the cold, and cannot imagine being well in it.  Tell me, what is it like in your homeland."</strong>Jacquelyn said.  It sounded more like an order than a request, albeit a playful one.  Jacquelyn liked to hear stories of life outside her sheltered castle.  This genuine interest was one of the things that made her popular with more common folk.<br/><strong>"Are we ready, then?"</strong>Jacquelyn did not just address Reynik, but his companions as well.<strong>"Good, I am already quite late, as you can probably tell."</strong>She said with a smile that told a million impish stories.  Without any further hesitation, she clicked her tongue and her pony started forward.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes, they are quite capable."</strong>Jacquelyn said in response to Reynik's comment on her guards.  She suddenly sounded bored and detached.<strong>"This particularly disciplined bunch were especially handpicked by father.  They need to protect me from both danger and distraction."</strong>She continued, bluntly.  A small disapproving cough, no doubt from Rose, could be heard in the back.  Defiantly Jacquelyn lifted her chin and pursed her lips,<strong>"You see, sir knight, I do not enjoy sitting with inflated, pompous people, who care for nothing but fulfilling their own selfish desires.  So I do not do well at most social affairs.  Had we met under different circumstances, I may not have been so amiable."</strong>Jacquelyn shot Reynik a look, to see if he disapproved of her bluntness and thorny tone.  The princess was also perfectly aware that she was not being as amiable as she claimed, but she did not care.  She was fired up by Rose's knit-picking and everyone's general lack of faith in her.