"[b]I thought I was your woman.[/b]" Emiri told Jaakuna, somewhat confused. "[b]Is this girl your woman, too?[/b]"

Grant opened his mouth to dispute this, but he couldn't hold back a snort of laughter. As he did, he noticed Nadeline had gotten to her feet--and she was still mad. "[b]Oh no you don't--[/b]" He swooped in, grabbing her by the waist before she could pounce on Trish. "[b]Settle down, young lady, mind your manners.[/b]" He said as she writhed in his grip.

"[b]I swear everyone here is INSANE![/B]" Nadeline yelled rather dramatically. Grant could smell the rum on her; despite what the man had said obviously Nadeline had been drinking. "[b]The nerve of that [i]tramp[/i], she has no idea who I am![/b]"

"[b]You're Jaakuna's other woman.[/b]" Emiri would tell her rather solemnly.

The prince nearly released Nadeline to laugh but he held her firmly. After a moment it seemed that she tired herself out, as she stopped struggling, though she wouldn't relent her death glare at Trish. Only then would Grant put her down, at which point she would cross her arms, muttering something about her stature and being above everyone here, though her words were somewhat slurred and hard to hear unless you were right next to her.