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Before long, they were approached by the King himself. Jordane kept quiet, listening idly, scanning the room for exits should they need one, and knowing her, there was a good chance they would need to make a hasty retreat. His eyes noticed a dark skinned woman in a butterfly mask and wondered how she ended up here. He hadn't seen such a color in these parts.
Just then he heard the Lady say. “That is true, I must say I have the worst luck in finding young and abled husbands. These old men can’t really hold up very well with my own youth.”Jordane fought the urge to roll his eyes. He used to kill bad men for a living and even then it was never an easy thing to talk about let alone laugh about. How could something so vile dwell within such a lovely package? She was like one of those poisonous flowers. Beautiful but fatal.
They went on for a while before the King's eyes found a woman who while breathtaking looked mighty uncomfortable. His eyes went to his lady and he smirked. She hated not being the center of attention and hated it even more, when attention was taken from her. “How terribly rude of him.” She huffed like a child. “Who is that gaudy woman anyway?” She asked with a whine and Jordane chuckled. He had to admit, he was enjoying this. "Your rival, it seems." He told her then what she said registered. "Gaudy?" He asked, and gestured to her mess of a dress. He knew nothing of fashion, but she looked as if she gotten tangled in tulle.