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[center][h1][color=f6989d]Lady Juliana Hyland[/color][/h1]
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[color=f6989d][sub] Location: Inside the Castle[/sub][/color]
[color=f6989d][sub] Interacting with: Ithobal [@Tmitche23], Balian [@RangingWolf] [/sub][/color][/center]
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Juliana was still mulling over her brothers words, whispered before meeting the royal family. The thought of anything happening to Tystan or Edwin in the tournament made her stomach twist and throat tighten, her eyes darting the room as if she would be able to find the Lord Gully then and there. But no, that wasn’t wise. Hunting down a man, a lord and nephew of an important man, was not a reasonable solution. Besides, even if she managed to find him, what man double her age would listen to the foolish words of a woman before a fight? Juliana could not even recall if the man would actually be participating. Her worry and concern would do her little good, and Juliana did her best to push them out of her mind, while keeping her composer in the large hall.  

The thoughts raced in her head as she scooped up the cat, stopping as she heard a voice address her. The creature looked up at her with its gleaming yellowing eyes, and her own eye darted to the sound of the voice with a twinge of curiosity. For a moment the teasing in the words made her wonder if it had been her eldest brother, but the voice did not match his and she knew he was still entertaining the royals with mother. Her eyes instead fell on a young man only a few years older than she was. He had a plain face and was well dressed, his voice holding the humor of his words despite the tentativeness of his features. 

She dropped into a half curtsey, as any lady of her standing would present to a lord. Although she was unable to place his family, she felt it was safe the man was at least a minor lord, if not higher, given his armor and the way he held himself. As she raised herself back up, she gave him a sweet smile that still held the edge of mischief. A feature she had difficultly hiding. [color=f6989d]“Forgive me, my lord, I would hate for you to think me rude." [/color]Her eyes darted to Balian, he had managed to pass her and retuned to their families table, drinking and his eyes on her and the young man. [color=f6989d]“In truth, I was trying to spare myself the glares of the King and Queen. Can you image their distaste if I presented the animal to the princess and it scratched her? I would never be able to outlive the shame of harming her majesty. And I doubt her future husband would be pleased.”[/color]

The words were true enough, the humor of her slight teasing subtle in the innocent words. Her wit was something her siblings could easily have noticed but was often lost on those who only took her words at face value. A trait she disliked in most people if truth be told. [color=f6989d]“I hope you can forgive my rude behavior, and not find me too foolish.”[/color] She gave a light laugh and looked away for a moment, her eyes downcast before returning to him, the picture of a lady. She had perfected the look over the years, confident in its effect. [color=f6989d]“My name is the Lady Juliana Hyland, of Mount Promonon. Are you here to participate in the tournament, my lord?”[/color]