She gazed impassively back at him with no fear in her eyes and she held his eyes as he removed the cloak. With the heavy fabric no longer hiding her from sight it was obvious she was, or once had been very well off.  The fabric of her dress was a deep purple tone that seemed to shimmer in the torchlight. It was sleeveless held in place only by a cord of cloth wrapped around her neck and clipped in place by another, less remarkable crystal pendant.<br/><br/>Once he sat down she rose and the purple gown fell around her like a waterfall. She held herself proudly, back straight and even her slight form gave off an aura of power. “I am originally from the city of Andral. Now before you decide to use your impeccable aiming skills on me, I want you to know I have no love for the white city.”<br/><br/>There was anger in her voice, an anger borne from betrayal of the worst kind. It showed in her eyes as well the clear silvery hue turning a dark, stormy gray.  “They banished me when I became a threat to their precious boy-prince. Left me to die in the wilderness because I dared to be a bastard of the king as though I had a say in my conception. They wronged me as they wronged you and your people and I wish to pay them back tenfold…with your assistance of course.”<br/><br/>Guinevere took a deep breath to calm herself before continuing. “I want to give you the power you need to take the White City for your own and all I require in exchange is your seed to feed my magic.” With a soft smirk slowly approached him stopping just short of the throne toying with the clasp that held her dress together.<br/><br/>“You see I only have as much power as my body is able to produce. You are a powerful, potent warlord who has many years left in his life. Your essence contains small bits of that energy and that energy feeds my magic and allows me to cast complicated spells. Such as armor and weapon enchantments, as well as charms like this…” from within the folds of her gown she produced a small leather bracelet.<br/><br/>It looked unremarkable just as the pendant she offered him had. Three strips of leather braided together and held in place by yet another iron clasp with an odd symbol inscribed on it. “This is a charm of shielding, immune to destruction until the enchantment wears off. When one wears it, it allows them to become immune to damage from blades, fire, acid and arrows.” She turned it in her hand gazing down at her creation almost tenderly. “However it is a very complicated spell and takes a great deal of energy to maintain for any length of time exceeding about 1 hour. With the assistance of your…essence. I can create permanent spells inscribed on the armor your men wear. So long as they are wearing it nothing short of great magic will damage them.”<br/><br/>Kneeling before him on the steps of his throne she held out the bracelet offering it to him as she had the necklace. “Try it the next time a challenger for the throne approaches you. I swear you will not be disappointed."