Gloriana's icy glare deepened as she focused on Sylix.  She held out her arms, signaling she had no plans to offer anymore resistance than the glare to the searching.<br/><br/>"If she touches my parcel I will kill her.  You can plainly see it holds the Imperial Seal and it is why I am here speaking to you.  Baring that...she may proceed."   The princess bit off the last few words, feeling cold, hungry, but most of all annoyed.  First her backside palmed and now this?