<div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/2uorvhc.jpg)</div>Althea Bellamont (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OZ4JZc8dUtsDDzvje7cu4iKLXCccyiYPLcGb0D9RO2M/edit)<br/><br/>The sound of approaching footsteps gets Althea's attention immediately.  She draws herself up as best she can, restrained and seated as she is.  Her spine straightens, her chin once again lifting proudly, showing her lovely aristocratic features in elegant profile.  She does her best to school her features into impassive disinterest, with just a hint of disdain, as the two men enter, her green eyes following them coldly as they walk, putting her mind away from the the exposed bare skin of her shapely legs.  The disdain is flawless, but the disinterest is not; questions flit rapidly across the young woman's mind.<em>Who are you?  Why us?  Why are you doing this?</em>Her lips pinch together, as she suppresses them all.  It would not do for her captors to know how curious she was.<br/><br/>And yet... Althea was curious indeed.  If this was political, why have them fight?  Why offer them a chance at freedom?  If this wasn't political, why the two of them?  There were certainly much easier targets, that wouldn't draw the wrath of two kingdoms upon them.  Her mind works furiously, but there just wasn't enough information.  Maybe... maybe if the guards were approached carefully, she could get more information out of them than she would give up.  After all, she had been trained to deal with cynical nobility; surely she could charm a pair of prison guards.  In preparation, she begins to fix a charming smile on her face as the cloaked man returns.<br/><br/>The smile vanishes as he sets down a bowl of gruel.  Althea's green-eyed gaze fixes on it, her cheeks growing first red, then pale with anger.  The nature of the meal... well, that was one thing.  She could handle that.  She had rarely wanted for anything, but she understood necessity, and her upbringing had not been without its hardships, artificial as they generally were.  It is the realization that, with her hands tied behind her back, she would be forced to eat like an animal that causes the rage to sweep through her slender body.  Her gaze goes to the cloaked man, her eyes burning.  "And just how-"  She says in a clipped tone, almost biting each word.  "-do you expect me to eat that?"