<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/ppOzMvN.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Evelyn Mackenzie, Princess of Trissea, Ambassador to the Freeport Realm.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Castle Hall<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Octavian, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Evelyn watched as one of Octavian's men came forward and grabbed Mary. Evelyn did have a dagger tucked away in her dress, but she was no match for one of the men let alone all of them. Anger filled her gaze as she stared at Octavian, his sward to her neck. She held her neck high, her pulse racing, partially from running, in part because she was afraid of what Octavian may do. Even her breathing quickened as her chest pushed against her corset under her dress. She was never very good at hiding her fear. When she tried, she looked defiant. Behind the defiant front she showed, though, someone who read fear very well would see it in her eyes.<br/><br/>She listened as the man came up,<em>Did Octavian and his men kill the queen!? And if so, how did her informant know?</em>She had many questions in her head, but right now her main worry was the blade to her throat. She listened to Octavian. He didn't like that they would be holding Mary. And though she was suspicious of Octavian, thus far he seemed to be a man of his word. Honor seemed to be deep in his veins from ancient times. But she wanted to hear it from him: "You have my word if I have your that you will release Mary once we are at the docks."