<strong>"House Vynar?"</strong>He says with a disdainful sniff.  He turns to a sycophant next to him and asks in a voice far too loud,<strong> "Jace, the name Vynar means nothing to me, should I know it?"</strong><br/><br/>There's a tittering laughter from the courtiers that are all nearby, which causes the king to smile.  The man Jace, who would be very handsome were it not for his weak chin, whispers quickly and quietly to the king,<strong>"House Vynar, my leige is a minor house, one not known for any practical use to the court, but an ancient bloodline, with claims of nobility that are beyond reproach.  The red hair marks this one as the younger daughter, Celes d'Vynar.  Who's last reported whereabouts placed her in Germania."</strong><br/><br/>The king stretches out a gold lame gloved hand, one giant ring with a signet on it, obviously the family crest.  The obvious intention is that he expects her to kiss the ring.  He sniffs as he extends the hand and says,<strong>"Well that would explain why she would choose to speak to a foreigner before me, her ruler and king.  No matter, the slight will be overlooked for someone as lovely as her."</strong><br/><br/>Celes immediately knew several things, first that Jace had a damn good memory, possibly the sort of man who recalled everything.  Second that the king was vain, he was barely looking at her face, choosing instead to eye her ample cleavage.  Third that he was more concerned about her potential slight as a mark against him then as to what sorts of resources house Vynar might offer.  So he was quite self centered.