<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>Noon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Reynik<br/><br/>"Princess Jacquelyn." The icy tone of her long suffering servant cut through the laughter in the kitchen.  The princes spun around, the potato peeler suddenly burning in hand, condemning her.<br/><strong>"Rose!  Join us!  Henry here was just telling me the most amusing story-"</strong>Jacquelyn was silenced by a glare.  The little princess winced, handing the peeler to Henry as a sign of submission.<strong>"Is it late? I really meant to go this time, I really did!  I just wanted to check what cook was making for dinner before heading to the Proving Grounds."</strong>And this time Jacquelyn meant it.  This event wasn't some silly ball, it was the kingdom's way of choosing the new ruler and sovereign whose reign would last throughout her lifetime!  Not to mention these competitors would marry her sisters, no less!  Jacquelyn would have been a damned fool to have not put any importance on that.  She needed to make sure these men of steel had more that just swords and lust for power clanking around in those heads of theirs!  It just...sort of slipped her mind.<br/>Despite her honesty, Rose was not amused, nor did she believe the princess. "At least you do not look a fright, but you now reek of soil!" The lady grabbed the princess by the arm, before pulling her up she hissed at the sheepish Henry, "And you! You should know better than to encourage her!"<br/><br/><strong>"You are going to bruise me."</strong>Jacquelyn said, staring at the iron grip Rose had on her arm.  She practically needed to run to keep up with Rose's long strides.<br/>"Better than you slipping away again." But Rose loosened her hold ever so slightly.<br/><strong>"I'm NOT going to run away from this!"</strong>The argument continued until the two noticed a gathering in the courtyard.  Rose looked to the princess and said, "You have a chance to redeem yourself yet."  The servant looked ever so smug, knowing full well how much more the princess would hate having to host a competitor rather than watching him compete from a distance.  As if reading her servant's mind, Jacquelyn actually considered attempting to flee, but she dared not give Rose a reason to tattle to her father.<br/>With a swift jerk of the arm, Jacquelyn freed herself, smoothened her gown and stood up straight.  With a look of approval from her servant, Jacquelyn went out to meet the guest.<br/><br/>Before Jacquelyn emerged, a modest but impressive entourage of guards and servants arranged themselves at the entrance of the castle in an orderly fashion.<br/>Jacquelyn followed moments after, dressed in a soft, bright green gown that accented her fair skin well.  Her dark hair was worn in a pretty albeit messy braid.   She looked so small and fragile walking next to towering soldiers.  Trying her best to look modest and lady-like, she kept her eyes cast down as she walked, but the slight tension in her lips was ever defiant, to those keen enough to notice.  When she looked up to the man before her, her dark, round eyes were alert, and while beautiful, there was something almost otherworldly about her gaze.  A warm smile spread over her face,<br/><strong>"Greetings, good sir.  I am Princess Jacquelyn Hellatious,"</strong>She said.<strong>"Introduce yourself and state your purpose."</strong>No doubt he was a competitor, but she was confused as to what he was doing at the castle rather than settling at one of the inns.