<div class="floatleft">(http://rpgs.chrisbradleywriter.com/images/d/d4/Octavian.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Octavian Lucius John Augustus, Duke of Ynysia<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Castle hall<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open, Evelyn.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>It wasn't like he was unaware she was looking to run, so when she did, he and his men came straight after her.  Octavian, himself, was a tall, athletic man into his physical prime - even in armor, he had a good middle distance run.  Additionally, it was harder to run in a long dress than in armor.<br/><br/>When Evelyn and her maid were cornered, though, Octavian said, "Take the servant."  He wasn't even winded, he was barely warmed up.  One of his men sheathed his sword and grabbed Mary, drew his dagger and put the edge on Mary's throat.  Then Octavian laid his sword at the hollow of Evelyn's throat.  Octavian seriously considered just killing Evelyn but she was an ambassador.  If she plotted to murder the Queen Regent or, heaven help her, the royal heir, under the flag of embassy, that was enough damage to the possibility of diplomacy, so he pulled the sword away.<br/><br/>The thanes that straggled caught up.  One of them, Ethebert, said, "Grace, we were almost stopped by a guard."<br/><br/>"What did you do to him?" Octavian said.<br/><br/>Ethebert said, "He didn't have his helmet on, so I just hit him with my gauntlet.  He's like to live."<br/><br/>Octavian frowned, thought a moment.  He said to Evelyn, "You are a princess and should be treated as such.  Give me your word that you won't try to escape and I won't have you tied hand and foot like a prize of war.  I will hold your servant as bond against an attempt at flight.  We will leave the castle by horse, for the docks, and you will behave as if we are your guards in this clearly troubled time.  Do I have your word?"