Boy was he pale.
That was the first thought that crossed her mind as she was greeted by the Ambassador from Serendipity, this Lord Rune Di'Veera. Some cousin of the Queen, or some such none sense that bored her. She was tired as it was, and his arrival ruined her afternoon nap. Did not he understand the tradition of 'Afternoon' time? But still, she was told it was prudent to meet with him. So with a roll of her eyes, she allowed for him to come in, and sat upon her throne, eyeing the pale foreigner with a skeptical gaze. Though she tried to show indifference, it was difficult for her when she was anxious to begin her nap. If this affair ruined her chances to get her beauty rest, there would be consequences!
Her pet cheetah, Kehfta, lifted up it's gaze from where it lay, curled up upon a plush bed, and it's golden collar gleamed in the torch light. It wagged it's tail patiently, but kept it's green eyes upon the strange smelling stranger and took note of everything he did. And as their introductions went on, Persea waited eagerly for it all to end. Really, how long must these formalities go on for? ANd was one of his valets picking his nose? Gross. Just gross. Such pigs these pale skinned people were. She couldn't wait to be rid of this man, but then she found out, through the conversation she wasn't quite paying attention to that well...
"He's what?" Blinkingly, she turned around to one of her servants who explained it again.
"He will be staying here. The North West Wing has already been prepared."
And she visibly made a cringe as she glared down at her servant then looked snottily towards her guests. Well this was just great. A pale skinned foreigner.. staying in her palace.
Ugh, she'd have to have the walls and floors scrubbed down thoroughly after he left- and any silks he touched- burned.
"I bet you must be tired after such a long journey, Room DiVee. Why don't I show you to your wing?" Anything to get herself out of this wretched conversation. It was a social entrapment nightmare, and she didn't particularly like the way the man looked, or even looked at him. Ugh. So barbaric.