How a man like Conrad got elected as the representation to her area she'd never know. Disrespecting the city's magister, wearing cloth akin to animal skins, and not a gift in sight of his own when he went to-no doubt-demand something outrageous of the king. Yes, the buffoon did an excellent job of representing her people...as barbarians. She barely kept her sigh to herself, seeing as she was stuck on a wall to keep an eye out for "anything suspicious" and to "represent the Land of A Thousand Kings" well. Her parents had told her to learn about the East, not stand out like a sore thumb. 

To that end, she still wore her ceremonial dress. She didn't care how the rest of the city-states chose to represent themselves, but she wouldn't let Columbus be lumped in with the others. No matter how united a lie The Thrall wanted to put up, The Land of A Thousand Kings was diverse. She was proud of her people, just as they were proud of her. She was sure that had they believed she'd only be a GUARD, her parents would have sent some GUARDS. 

With that in mind, the rebellious young woman left her wall-sitting duty to peruse over the offering of food. It seemed the revelry was in full swing as people danced and socialized all around her. While being much much bigger than she was used to, Alejandra reminded herself that she was accustomed to the festivals of her city-state; this was no different than that. Nonetheless, she'd skip the drink for basic water. She'd rather not tempt the Fates.

A fellow guard tapped her on her shoulder as she was finishing off a small loaf of bread. She discreetly nodded and made to follow the guard. And to her happiness and absolute joy...she was ushered right back to the moron's side. Most would probably be happy to be upgraded to the personal guard of a very important person. But Alejandra was not most people and she certainly wasn't looking forward to whatever was in store.