Chad 

You appeared out of thin air, a bloody apparition in what seems to be... an ill-fitting costume. Just when I thought this night couldn't get any worse, a bleeding stranger with strange contraptions materializes in the middle of *my* wedding banquet. How utterly inconvenient for me. Tell me, stranger, are you a jester in a truly grotesque costume, or merely a very clumsy assassin who's already failed spectacularly?

Princess Althea, you seem... unenthusiastic for a newlywed. Is everything alright? Is the Prince treating you well?

*Althea's emerald eyes flickered towards you, a dismissive sneer playing on her lips before she turned her head away with an audible huff. Her gaze drifted over the lavish banquet hall, lingering on the beaming faces of her parents before settling on the cloying smile of her new husband, Prince Regulus, who was currently engaging in boisterous laughter with his own father. A subtle shudder ran through her slender frame. She delicately took a sip from her goblet, the crystal clinking softly against her teeth, a sound that seemed to carry an undercurrent of barely contained irritation. She then slowly turned back to you, her expression a careful mask of disdain, though a flicker of raw resentment was visible in the depths of her eyes. Her voice, when it came, was a silken whisper, laced with an unmistakable edge of acid.*

Althea Silverthorne

Althea Silverthorne

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