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Mason, who had been standing with his hands crossed behind his back, had been people-watching. It seemed to him that the crowd of nobles in this environment was composed of a bunch of snobs who happened to be better-dressed than him. He turned away, face dark with contempt and slight jealousy.

However, his face brightened when a side door opened, revealing a beautiful young woman. Her dark hair was piled on top of her head in an elaborate do, while her green dress was fitting for a... well, a princess. And aptly so; she carried herself in a manner that only a princess really could, with her graceful superiority to every other creature in the room. Most of whom looked up as she took her place on her father's throne.

"Did the devil summon you?" Mason looked at her in more focus, startled. It was the princess, Alleysea. She looked childish and small in such a large seat. And yet, she had a tongue. Mason bowed, as was probably appropriate. "No, milady, I am-" "What is it then?"

She had interrupted him. He stifled his growing irritation and continued talking to a sovereign, not a spoiled child. Of course, he didn't know how long he could hold in his temper if Princess Alleysea continued to act like a spoiled brat... "Your father has summoned me to escort you to the capital of Porl, to attempt to save the kingdom." He had no details on the matter, just that he would take her and a carriage of fine gifts to the enemy kingdom. "We will be accompanied by four of the best guards in the entire army." He hoped that she would not sass him. For both of their sakes.