[center][h1][color=D3D3D3][b]Dominika Kovač Pignatelli[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
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Dom felt a sudden red heat burning her cheeks as the Scion of Time stormed into the room and delivered a scathing joke...if it could be called a joke. Although she had heard far worse in the shipyards, there was something particularly embarrassing about being bluntly wielded as a weapon to mock another Scion. However, she could not say that Prince Lucas was not entirely wrong. Theobald seemed to be a man of fiery temper and explosive violence.

"I'm Dominika," Dom said, moving to smooth over the awkward moment. It had never been her fortunate or habit to interact overly much with the nobility before she became a Scion. However, the dockyards had seen plenty an upstart capitalist, sharp tongued and full of bitter reproach that they doled out freely. Insults rarely moved her and she cared little if jokes made at her indirect expense.

Stopping in front of the child princess standing near the table, Dom smiled and curtsied, "Some tea would be lovely, Your Highness, I am most pleased to have received your invitation. We should not be alone at times like this and I am glad to be welcomed into your wonderful room."

Accepting a cup of tea from the diminutive royal, Dom did not wish to bring up the ambush and the horrors that had unfolded, she could see no way to broach such a grim subject without seeming false in her optimism. They had been attacked. They had been ambushed. Scores of innocent bystanders were wounded and likely dead. She did not doubt many soldiers had likewise been harmed or killed. A templar among them. And a Scion was missing.

So Dom aimed to distract, "I always enjoyed the story of Messy Marie, my mother used to read it to me often, it taught me much about the importance of cleaning...but also the value of cleverness. What is your favorite story?"