Alejandra had always been impulsive as a child. She'd often been reprimanded by her father, but no one had dared to grab her face. In that moment, she didn't care whom he was or why he was there. Before she could act on such blatant disrespect, the coward had tucked his tail and ran away. He was definitely here on a power trip, she was convinced. 

Nonetheless, she'd gotten herself on the guard duty for Pompey's champion personally. And she couldn't have been more excited. The young woman could barely keep herself from doing a little jig, for she wouldn't be behind Conrad, but rather at the Champion's side. With a great view of the match, if she might add. As guard she should be relatively close in case someone tried to get involved right? Oh the possibilities of what she could learn and see!

She thanked the gods for the opportunity, for even as she failed in making Conrad see the issues with his idiotic rationale, he had-in a weird vindictive twist she guesses-gave her a much better job then she'd rode up with.

Alejandra weaved through the crowd, for she looked for the advisor from earlier or for anyone that could direct her to the line to give the wedding gifts. Her parents drilled it into her that these gifts were meant for the King and Queen. Her father was a shrewd man, and always seemed to have a second plan. With his aspirations to help Columbus increase trade, she could only do as directed and make sure the gifts were seen and-hopefully-received.