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Annabelle Marie Dunkeld

Queen of Scotts

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Annabelle looked at King Alexander in a slight smile; a smile that was posed just to be nice but it wasn't genuine. She looked to the king and he immediately was taken back by her icy cold eyes. " I expect to have a full agreement by tomorrow, or else the ball will be thrown for nothing." Annabelle says and curtsies. He looked taken back as a woman would never be so put forward. " My ladies and I will be getting ready for the ball." Annabelle says and turns to the guard who guided them to there rooms.

When she got to her room, her room was the more decorated and spaced room out of the ladies maids. Though she welcomed Oksana into her room as she was the girl she was closest to and she wanted time to get ready with her.

Annabelle looked amoungst the room as the guards put her stuff down and left. " Im going to have to marry and have children with that oaf" she growled lowly. She couldn't even imagine being friendly towards a man like that. But she could make a partnership that was equal and have it be a friendship, a kinship of some sort. She held up gowns to her as she looked to her friend. " Heavens what has the lord got instore?" She said but actually she was rather thankful for this engagement. As long as she didnt sleep around before she was married, she would have a husband that wouldn't beat her or that would not let her rule. But honestly, she would accept beating if the king let her rule her own country.

Alexander Charles Bertand

King of France

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Alexander watched her whip to him. He was taken back. Hes never had a suitor or potential wife be so demanding. He wasn't against it, he just wasn't accustomed to it. He liked that he wouldn't have to guess what his future wife wanted. " Yes Majesty" He says and watched her walk off. His eyes trail to the warmer girl whose Russian accent he heard earlier was enticing. He watched her go to her Queen's side. He watched the taller girl walk and he was already mesmerized. Scotland has some good looking citizens. Normally the royals are pretty average or ugly and Scotland brought some fine meat into France.

He looked to his brother and smiled, " Oh I call the Russian beauty" Alexander says and laughs and looks at his father who glares but walked into the castle. " I might steal a dance, i mean after I dance with the queen. Shes gorgeous but after seeing that warm beauty... I wont be focusing on her." He says with a chuckle. He leaned against one of the small stone walls and looked to his brother. " Which one are you going after? But Lets remember, we can screw with this queen too hard. I have to marry someone or else France will be taken over by the bloody English" He says and chuckles as he puts his hands in his pocket,

Annabelle Marie Dunkeld

Queen of Scotts

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Annabelle watched her lady as she pondered for what she should wear. " French? Aha im going to make my Scottish presence known." She says and smiles as she looked at the mirror and her eyes watched her face before going back to the dresses. She pulled out this long dark gown, that was hand sewn by the ladies in Scotland. " This one. " Annabelle says as she studies the dress that just exuded power and elegance. Annabelle let her dearest friend help her out of her old dress and into the knew one. She tightly laced the dress up and there Annabelle stood in the mirror. SHe put on her crown that kept her hair out if her face, and let her hair cascade down her shoulders, close to her waist. " The last time I wore this dress was when I first came of age in Denmark. It was a gift from my country." Annabelle says and gazed at her gown. She turned to her russian beauty that she was lucky enough to call her friend. Her hand gazed her hair and sighed, " such a warm beauty you are... What are you going to wear?"

Alexander Charles Bertand

King of France

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Alex looked at his brother and laughed. " yeah I have a Queen who disgusts me. The only time she will let my hands on her is in the public and to produce children, SHe doesn't look like the submissive type either. She actually looks like she does her job and well unlike most queens who have supervisors." He said with the roll of his eyes. " besides, all kings have mistresses. Sad for her that she cant get that either, but thats a woman's problem." He said and chuckled. " also really the boneless auburn one? You might as well find someone equally dull who wont be obsessed with you after taking the V card" He said and started to walk in the castle, but as soon as he entered, he was quickly rushed by quards. " There might be a trespasser in the kingdom, Be armed at all times your majesty, but the ball will go as planned." Alexander didn't really take this seriously, most of the time trespassers were just the hungry looking for food,

Annabelle Marie Dunkeld

Queen of Scotts

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Annabelle smiled as her friend held up the blue. " Its simply breath taking." She says and smiles as her and her bestfriend made there way down to the ball. With the noise, she could already tell everyone else was there. But hey a grand entrance is better.

Annabelle walked through the huge doors to have all eyes on her and Oksana. She made her way to the King and she grabbed some white wine as she walked her way to them. " King Alexander" she said and curtsied and eye eyes went to his brother Lionell. " Lionell" She said with faint smile. " Ill hopefully see you guys on the dance floor?" Annabelle says with a smile and she saw the noblemen staring at them. There eyes in awe of the Scottish queen proudly in her colors and style.

Everything though felt off. Everything was joyful and vibrant and everyone was talking to Annabelle and saying there greetings but something felt off. She saw men wander around that just kept her unsettled. Maybe it was the atmosphere she wasn't use to, but something felt bad in her gut. She quickly began to get out of breath, as this overwhelming feeling in her gut was getting to her. She just needed air, maybe a walk in a less humid room with littler people, maybe the carriage ride gotten to her today. Just maybe.

She left the huge ballroom after two hours of talking and making her presence known. She had a repuation to uphold and she had to be a charming yet intimating queen and that she was. She walked down the hall and she heard voices. She was a little confused as everyone was in the ballroom, She leaned against the wall and heard whispers in English. They said her name? and hostage, and kill. Thats all Annabelle could make out. annabelle started to walk ver there, maybe she just misheard the French guards? but they didn't look french. ( im going to powerplay Lionell real quick if thats okay) Lionell pushed her against the wall and covered her mouth and her eyes went open... he was saving her from something really bad that was going to be happening.

( woah my muse for her rn lol)

Alexander Charles Bertand

King of France

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The ball was full and sparkling. Everyone was dancing and he danced with a couple of my flings before the Queen and her lady came. I wasn't going to actively flirt with other girls infront of the Scotts Queen, he actually wanted us to be friendly. So he stepped away from my girls as he waited for the presence of the icy Queen of Scotts. Blake looks to the girls enter as he stood next to my brother. The Queen was gorgeous don't get me wrong but her ladiesmaid was breath taking in that blue. He watched them come up and he greeted the Queen. His eyes lingered to Oksana as the Queen's traveled to his brother which kinda bothered him but that was Blake being greedy and wanting every pretty girl to himself.

His Fiance was busy most of the time having to do her greeting and get into good favor with the French court which he understood. But it left him bored and restless as he could have slept with a woman by now but hasn't out of the respect for the Queen. Or the respect he was trying to have so he could just marry her already. He looked to Oksana who was talking to a wealthy nobleman. Who was smart because those ladies maids had to find themselves a husband and money for there family and to move up along the money line social line. He walked over to her but they were quickly walking out of the ballroom for a quiter place to talk. So his curiousness got the better of him and he followed.

Annabelle Marie Dunkeld

Queen of Scotts

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Annabelle was pushed against the wall and hard too by Lionell. Her eyes wide but she looked at him with her icy blues and began to calm herself down. Only for her to hear the frightening news that the castle was being taken over. She took a deep breath and nodded. " We cant let them know that we know until you guys have the guards. Get your brother, Ill try and make it to my room." Annabelle says as she instantlyfelt anxiety. She should be able to make it safely right? Lionell had to make sure his brother was okay and if she came with him on the manhunt for his brother she might be noticed. She was really regretting her distinctive looks now. It was easy to tell her blonde hair and icy eyed combo, let alone the Scottish dress that stood out.

Annabelle moved past Lionell who was rather iffy on her leaving. " I have had these encounters before." She said as a castle raid has happened amongst the castles she was in because of her Scottish and English blood. She reached into his side pocket and picked up a pocket knife. It was small enough for her to hide in her hands. " Be back fast, with your brother, my lady and a guard. Ill scream if I need you." Though Annabelle was scared, she held it all up. She had to, she couldn't act scared or else it would draw attention. It would make her everything except strong. An image she had to work hard for since her birth.

Alexander Charles Bertand

King of France

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Alexander felt off, he saw the guards that were not his own and he panicked. He had to get Oksana now. He followed them on their walk and he heard the small distress noises from her. " Lord Rolf hands off now" He growled and the lord backed off with his hands up. " Now I want you to slowly, walk to the ballroom. Inform everyone that there has been a castle takeover. Inform my father first and then Queen Annabelle and then my brther, I will be in the safe spot with Lady Oksana. Now move slowly." He said and Alexander moved to the lord and held his clothes that was against his next and jerked him to him. " Now." He growled and The lord left, moving at a even pace to avoid suspicion. He turned to Oksana. " We have no time talk about what almost just happened, We have to get somewhere safe."

Alexander held her hand and walked with her, trying to stay close to the dark walls as he made his way upstairs into his room. He then pushed his couch against the wall. He moved to the wall where there was a secret door that he pushed through. " Okay we will have to follow this dark trail. We must be quiet, we don't know what they want." He says as he guided the beautiful lady into the hiding spot.

Annabelle Marie Dunkeld

Queen of Scotts

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Annabelle just needed to get into a safe place, thee was a small door in her closet that was covered by clothes that looked to be a crawl space. That would be a good place for Annabelle to hide. So she walked in the halls, not rushing because she would cause suspicion. Annabelle's heart was racing. uet her eyes remand forward and a smile stitched on her lips and she proceeded.

Right as Annabelle made it to her door, she was stopped, "Maddam" A guard said in a English accent and she turned " Im tired, I need rest misure." She said but he didn't have any of that. " Follow me." She growled but did. She was soon placed into a room with the head guard. " Is there any problems?" She asked so stupidly and the man just laughed. " No no Queen Annabelle." He said as he appraoched her, his hands tracing her collarbone and Jawline and then down her back. He tried to hike her skirt up and and took he pocket knife and slahsed at him, slashing his arm and he held onto it. " You rotton whore! " He screamed and threw Annabelle to the ground.

Alexander Charles Bertand

King of France

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Alexander looked at Oksana. " My brother will get her I promise." He said and sighed. " This leads to the staples. I went through this before in a castle raid. We have a safe house little less then a mile I can take you to while we wait this out. We will take horseback." He stated as he guided them through the darkness. It was hard to be with such a pretty girl but not being able to touch her; it drove him mad. But yet he was being a gentleman; or trying to be. He held the girls hand as she was frightened. " Lets just hope my brother and your Queen ae safe/" He said, but as he kept thinking he kept growing worried. What if his brother tried to fight them all off and was killed? What if they came here for Queen Annabelle for her English blood? Though he made a promise to himself, if she was de legitamized from whoever or even him, he would still marry her. He was secretly guilty for what happened with the last Queen and he just needed to get his good Karma and not have to feel bad.

Annabelle Marie Dunkeld

Queen of Scotts

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Annabelle was on the ground when the man pinned her, her arms above her wrists so forcefully that his nails drew blood and that there would be a bruise. His other hand hiked her skirt up as she kicked and kicked and he scratched ther inner thighs; deep. She saw the guards bust in before it was too late and Annabelle was left in shambles. She quickly got up, tears in her eyes as she covered herself and Lionell pointed his sword at the now standing man, drawing blood. Though that brief time was time enough for the guards to grab him and escort him.

She looked to Lionell, tears going down her face as she now only trusted him. Lionell here. Because he was the one that saved her. She was scared of every an now; or that's how it seemed. Everyman wanted to use her and get rid of her legitimacy to the throne... Except Lionell. Once the guards left, she was alone with Lionell in silence. Annabelle stood, her short stature in front of Lionells tall one, and she hugged him, sobbing with wobbling legs that were going to give out at any notice. " y-you saved me" she whispered out among the tears and she fell on her knees after her legs gave out from the pain, stress and adrenaline that rushed towards her body. Her shaking frail hands went to her face as she covered the mess of her face from the wetness of her tears.

Alexander Charles Bertand

King of France

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Alexander nodded, not wanting to fight with the lady about leaving or not. He knew she was uncomfortable with him because of his past; She should be. He looked to her and his gaze softened. " We didn't have enough time to address what happened earlier. Im so sorry hat happened to you and I will surely have his head for what he tried to do with you." He said and he walked closer and he touched her arm in a way of remorse. " Next time, let me know if you have a private audience with a Sir. I can have guards come follow to protect you." He said and his eyes showed sympathy. He truly felt bad.

His head turned when he heard someone open the door. He drew his sword out and he slowly walked and it was his Guard, He knew this one as a boy. " We caught all the guards. It was some radials from England after The Queen of Scots. She is safe, The whole kingdom is still on lockdown but it is safe to proceed now. Guards will have to escort you to place to place." Alexander nodded and turned to Oksana, " Let me escort you back to your chambers ." He said with a sympethetic smile.

Annabelle Marie Dunkeld

Queen of Scotts

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Tears still streamed from Annabelle's face as he held her up and hugged her tightly. His fingers through her hair that wasn't pushed from her face by her crown; her crown was on the floor. His words didn't help but it was much better than silence. She ignored his apology and she heard the door open. She stayed put as Lionell explained what happened to Oksana. Annabelle pulled away and she wiped her tears and she picked up her fallen crown.

She placed it back and she saw the King come forth to her and touch her arm and she backed away. " Do not touch me." She said and he backed away, everyone did. She picked herself back together because that was suppose to happen. Queen of Scotts couldn't be seen as weak. She had to be this perfect figure for the sakes of her people. " No one will be informed this ever happened." The king shook his head, " We need to-" Annabelle cutt the king off. " No, You can kill them of another charge." She said and wiped her excess tears and looked to Oksana and Lionell. " I would appreciate if one of you could walk me back to my chambers."

Alexander Charles Bertand

King of France

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Alexander dropped the topic and guided her to her queen. The chambers was empty but across the hall he heard crying. He slipped in behind Oksana and saw the Queen of Scotts in shambles. My brother quietly explained what happened. Annabelle saw Alexander and Oksana and quickly gathered herself. Alexander slowly approached her, " I am so sorry, I will use all of Frances guards to protect you-," He reached to touch her arm soothingly but she snapped at him. He should of known better, He was un trusted and she was just assaulted. He stepped back. She then declared no one would ever know. " No but we can tell the people that you are okay and nothing happened-' but then was cutt off and he just simply nodded, not arguing with this strong but shattered Queen. " They will be killed tonight." Alexander said with a nodd to Lionell.

Annabelle Marie Dunkeld

Queen of Scotts

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Annabelle gathered herself and her and Oksana walked into her chambers that were very lux compared to the common rooms. Annabelle walked in and disconnected from Oksana as she walked forward to her window, leaving Oksana behind her. She heard her apolagies and she just shook her head lightly. " Nothing happened. Theres no reason to say sorry." She pushed off, as if she already forgot about the matter. But really the feeling of that mans hands on her and his voice rang throughout her body. It made her almost gasp and she gripped the wall next to the window.
" I will be undressing myself tonight. You are dismissed." Annabelle said as it was normal for Oksana to undress her, especially on hard days. Annabelle just needed to be alone. Her friend left and she looked to her vanity and she unlaced herself of her dress that she wanted to burn now. She slipped eveyrthing off and saw the bruises left behind. Fear might have taken her, but no one would ever know. A sickening tale that is.

As she laid in bed, too scared to fall asleep on the bed that didn't even know her just yet, she thought of the man, and she thought of Lionell.

Alexander Charles Bertand

King of France

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The girls left and his brother soon attacked him. " My fault? My fault?" He yelled He was about to go in deep. Saying He was the one who left Annabelle for him, He was the one who should have kept watch for the invaders he-. But he calmed down the moment Lionell did. " Me too I guess." he said and shrugged. " one of our lords tried that on Oksana tonight... Thats where I was." Alexander stated with a shrug. and left his brother.

Though instead of going to bed, he lingered to Oksana's chambers whee he stood and knocked. He knew he wouldn't be let in, or aloud to touch but he actually came to comfort her and to ask if she was okay after such an ordeal. Maybe he should have done the same for his Fiance. The fiance that wouldn't look at him or talk to him...

Annabelle Marie Dunkeld

Queen of Scotts

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Annabelle got dressed alone. She slipped on the sheer nightgown and braided her hair with a plaid ribbon. The plaid of her family. In Scotland certain clans has different plaids. She smiled down at the ribbon as she thought of home. Her head snapped when she heard a knock on the door. She grabbed her robe, to slip on that would cover herself more then the sheer nightgown and she looked around. Who could it be this late? As Annabelle's mind went into shock, she grabbed the pocket knife that she still held onto, she then opened the door slowly.

Annabelle gave a sigh of relief when she saw Lionell. She dropped the pocket knife even. " Oh I didn't know who you were." She said and smiled weakly. " U-uhm how are you? Do you want to come in?" She asked, not knowing what to do or say

Alexander Charles Bertand

King of France

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Alexander looked at the gorgeous warm beauty infront of him. Her hair down and long and messy, her simple nightgown , and her features lighted by the soft candle light, he was in awe. " No no." he said and smiled at her. " I just wanted to check in to see if your okay. You were shaken, your Queen was shaken, I just wanted to make sure you felt safe and were doing alright tonight. I never wanted you ladies to feel so scared in France, So I personally want to make sure you are feeling better and that we can get over this mishap." Alexander explained. Though his eyes never left this russian beauty; how could they? Every other girl just looked so dull in his eyes after seeing Oksana.

Vivian Marie Vanclaude

Evercrest

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Vivian looked at the curly haired boy and heard his snarl to her. She stayed quiet after that. She should have known better. She stayed laying on her back as she just listened to the world around her. She knew two exit points, the least guarded; the places her and her brother got in, but that means they would have more guards in that area.

She sighed but stayed quiet, Her brother must have been angry, and her father as well, but those boys were the least of her concern right now. She wanted her Mom. She wanted her mom to get better, she wanted her to correct her Dads abusive tendency and make Evercrest a family base faction instead of fear. She opened her eyes when someone tall entered the room, her icy blue eyes looking at the brown curly boy. " What is she-." He paused and his mouth opened. " what is the daughter doing here?." She could tell he was important; she just didn't know how important.

Blake Edward Vanclaude

Evercrest

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Blake was trying to be nice; he was being nice. Nice for his standards atleast. Though he knew he needed to be nicer, especially to his sister that was now freaking gone and his mother that was on deaths door. " You are so funny pretty girl." He spat and bent down to her height. " My sister is worth a hundred of your mens deaths. But if your faction doesn't want a trade, I will personally be sure to use your hanging body as our battle flag when I go get my sister." He growled. Just like that he snapped. He took the cuffs and cuffed her ankles as well. Clearly pissed and making sure she could not get away. He wanted his sister back. If they killed her- he wouldn't stop until that faction was burning, and with Blakes temper, that was a very possible thing he would do.

Vivian Marie Vanclaude

Evercrest

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Vivian looked to the male as the curly hair boy explained what she was. The man walked up and grabbed her face; hard. " What a pretty little thing you are." he said and forcefully turned her head, exposing her neck where the man ran hands on. He then threw her back and smiled at the curly haired boy. " so pretty. We could have fun while she is here." he said and Vivian growled and he shrugged. " Im just saying, before the leader even finds out about her." he said and Vivian looked at the man in disgust, she spat at him.

She scooched herself back which caused overwhelming pain in her thigh. her big blue eyes sharp though as she stared at the males, one tired and the other lustful. "don't touch me." she growled. She hadn't been tocuhed by a man and she would have liked to keep it that way. She heard some commotion outside and her eyes snapped at the door.

Blake Edward Vanclaude

Evercrest

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Blake looked at the girl with hatred. His hands went to her neck and pressed hard. " i think your faction is weak, I think it sugar coats life. Vivian and twice as strong as everyone in this faction which means she has a million advantages then your faction. She sacrificed herself to get our faction what we needed, yet your here? Unable to stop your own faction from thieves." he said his face so close to hers as she gasped for air. " Vivian is worth every one of your man, and you will be the first strung up on a pole is she isn't delivered soon, and if she isn't, that just means your not important to anyone." he growled and let the girl go. " Atleast Vivian is loved." he growled lastly as she coughed and sucked in air. " Brat." he mumbled under his breath. he looked to a boy named Carter, " Send word to Quicksilver. No vivian equals no... whatever this girl is. "

Vivian Marie Vanclaude

Evercrest

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The man nodded. " fine fine. Why don't we just return her for Rene? " Though this was the first time Vivian heard of this. She guessed her brother got the girl as leverage.. which was smart. He nodded, " Ill go try and squash the rumors that are going around." He said but before he turned back to Vivian, his hand going to her face and Vivian bit at him, catching his finger which caused him to whip back his hand and growl , lifting his hand though his eyes hit the curly haired boys and then he quickly stopped and left. Vivian scooched up on the bed, her neck against the wall, as she held a pillow in her lap. She wanted her mom to get better, she wanted her Fathers approval, she wanted to be home, earning herself instead of trapped because she felt shame. That she got in this hostage situation.

Blake Edward Vanclaude

Evercrest

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Blake growled. " My Father loves me. We are a tough love family because thats the only way you make it out here-" he stopped when Jakob walked in. " what?!" He snapped and he Gulped, " your mother, she-she. her body rejected the medicine." he stopped in his tracks. " What?" he whispered. " Shes gone Blake, your father took care of her body." " Watch Her>" he promptly said and left--

When he returned, after visiting his mom one last time, he sat on the bed and dismissed Jakob to go. he was quiet, not even looking at the hostage girl who he wanted to choke. if she wasn't here then he could have spent time with his mom, if they didn't get Vivian, she could have to.

Annabelle Marie Dunkeld

Queen of Scotts

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( you are all good! What if, Because Lionell is the only one Annabelle trusts, He becomes like her personal 'guard' for a while?)

Annabelle nodded to his words, " I wouldn't have wanted him to come anyway." She said in a whisper and she looked behind him to only see one guard at her post, " I want more guards." She stated and sighed. " I want one in my room if that's possible though Im skeptical of that because I don't even trust them yet." Annabelle said and gripped her robe tighter around her. " b-besides that, im doing fine." That was a lie, she wouldn't sleep at all tonight. But she was fine, nothing happened, but it almost did, and that's what left her not fine;she would have nightmares. Past engagements the Princes or Kings have hit her or abused her and she tolerated it, for the sake of her countries protection but this was something that left her so unraveled, she didn't know what to do with herself.

Alexander Charles Bertand

King of France

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Alexander nodded, " Im sorry you girls have been through so much, I can arrange for you girls to have closer chambers if that helped?" He asked, as Annabelle was on the higher floor near his family where royals would stay, which left them a distance away. " Im glad you are enjoying France, I will have to take you and Queen Annabelle out on horseback to see the view, its really quite beautiful this time of year, everything is blossoming." He said, trying to lighten up everything as well. He looked at the beautiful girl knowing fully she didn't trust him, yet the didn't mind the task of earning trust. Though to do that, he would need to get close to Annabelle to show he would never injure or risk anything with her Queen.