<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/>Evelyn had hoped to escape the castle unnoticed. She had overstayed her leave there, and the tensions had only risen in the last week. She was hurrying through the halls when she rounded a corner to find Octavian with seven of his men armed. Evelyn herself knew how to fight decently well. She was trained by her father's chief bodyguard. However, her maid Mary probably had no idea. Besides the two girls were no match for the Thane and his men.<br/><br/>She gave Octavian a gentle smile, she tried to make it genuine and was fairly sure she had made it passable, "Octavian!" A hint of surprise in her voice.<em>Why must it have been Octavian? And how had he known?</em>She noticed there wasn't a lot of surprise in his voice and his tone was even a bit... She didn't want to say threatening. It didn't feel threatening. Accusatory. Yes. That was it. She felt as though he were accusing her of something.<br/><br/>"Well, Octavian," She said, a certain aura of nobleness in her voice after considering what best to say, "It just so happens I am going somewhere. Then of course everyone is going<em>somewhere</em>I suppose. For example you, with all those armed men, where might you be off to?" She wanted to turn the focus of this little encounter back to Octavian.<br/><br/>"You won't find me waving a metal toy around in this castle. But you, you and your men come here and flaunt some ancient treaty so that you can carry you toys around." She took a step towards him and began to circle him.<em>He was rather handsome,</em>She thought as she did so. "Does it make you feel safe? Strong?" she paused a moment before making her most manly voice possible, "Maaanly?" She continued circling around all the way back to the front of the Thane, "Or perhaps you're just making up for something... lacking." She ran her finger down from her chest as she spoke, and pulled it away as she got to his waist. Mary the handmaid tried to stifle her laughter, but couldn't. She held a hand over her mouth so as not to offend--at least any more than her Lady, the princess had.<br/><br/>"Now, Octavian, if you'll excuse us, we really must be off." With that she tried to scoot around the Thane and his men hoping that they would simply clear a path for her. Mary followed close behind.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC NOTE</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'm sorry, I think I've been calling you Octavius. I'll try to fix it from now on, promise.</div></div>