Well, this was shaping up to be a perfectly horrible day. First she nearly got her neck broken getting knocked down the stairs. Then she had to tell the King that his daughter had gone missing, again. All the while every part of her body ached, and she knew she was developing some serious bruises in rather sensitive areas.<em>Maybe I shouldn't have turned down that pain potion...</em>She mused, but the minstations of a healer were something that she doubted she would ever become accustomed to.<br/><br/>A particularly bright beam of light hit her eyes as she headed towards the gates, and she winced. Her head hurt something fierce, but she had to go home and pack. It had been decreed that she was to accompany the search party. After all, she had seen the "kidnapper" and she had also been hired on to knock a little sense into the princess' fool head. Even if no one was supposed to know about that. Imagine the horror, and the political upheaval it would cause for others to know that the king couldn't even make his own child obey. Better to be thought over indulgent really. Not that Medea cared at all. It could throw the whole world into chaos, and the important thing for her was that her family be looked after. Her parents be taken care of in their old age. So she would find Her Royal Bratness, and drag her home by her ear if she had to. Otherwise, her family would feel the wound gravely.<br/><br/>"Good afternoon miss," Medea jerked to a halt at the unfamiliar voice. She wasn't at all accustomed to strangers speaking to her. It was one of the benefits of obviously being a servant, and not being pretty enough to think to tumble. So it was that she eyed the woman in front of her. She was large, but not in chubby way like Medea herself was. A chub she was rather fond of really as it meant that she finally had food enough to eat to cause it.<em>Captain of the guard?</em>Well that explained it.<br/><br/>"A good day to you as well," She returned. There was no reason to be rude, even if she had intended to hunt this woman down after her packing was done. What harm was there in meeting beforehand? She was soon to find out. Her complexion was pale, from a great deal of time spent indoors, and did nothing to hide the flush of outrage that stole its way up her face at the continued interrogation. Guard Captain of no, who did this woman think she was to speak to her this way?<br/><br/>"Cook?" She demanded, glaring the other woman down. Perhaps such rude behavior was unwise, but right now she really didn't care. She'd had a horrible day, and was going to go traveling and leave behind all the comforts she'd become quite accustomed to, thank you very much. All to find the thorn in her side that she simply couldn't let her family live without, and this woman was trying to call her kitchen help? The Princess own Handmaiden? "Do I appear to be a chef to you? Are there grease stains on my clothing? Do I speak with some foreign tone to my tongue, or a lack of elegance? I don't see how it really matters what I'm here for, beyond that your king has declared it so!" Her voice reached a volume it had only ever matched when her youngest siblings were in full out brawl and she had tried everything else to calm them down. She tilted her head back just so, and glared all the more, she'd been told it made her look as if she was looking down her nose at someone, even when they were taller. She hoped it did.<br/><br/>"I'm not<strong>your</strong>maid. Do not treat me as such, or I'll just find her myself, and you can explain to the King, how it was that you lost the both of us. Good day, I have packing to do!" Medea brushed past the other woman, and again started towards the gate.