[@Nikki Moonlight]

Charles was, needless to say, quite taken aback about such undignified and uncalled for treatment towards him. Never before had a person, let alone a goddamn peasant, spoken to him in such a way, never before had one of them dared to spit at him. "Screeee" Martel remarked in a way that Charles was almost sure was in mockery of him. Fuming, and almost at a loss for words Charles said "How dare you! How dare you speak such insolence towards me! For I am Charles Justinian Banesworth the Second, new master of the North Eastern region, descended from William de Normandie himself, child from the house of God and all things just, and you [i]girl[/i] are a damned pauper!" Charles stopped and collected himself, brushing back his blonde hair and straightening his collar. Looking back into her deep rose eyes, he said more calmly yet with just as much disdain "So no, you are not my equal and I never will be. Now, are you going to move aside or no?"