[u][center][h2]Marianne Delacroix[/h2][/center][/u]
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Marianne placed a hand on her chest and breathed a sigh of relief when Sir Garrett had told her that the maids caused him no issue. Of course, he could've been lying, but he had given Marianne no reason to believe him capable of being dishonest to her. [b]"Yes, I do remember some rather colorful moments from my childhood thanks to these ladies,"[/b] she giggled. [b]"They did drive me a little insane, at times. But, I love them all as if they were my own sisters."[/b] Marianne hadn't noticed, but a few of them sniffled and wiped at their eyes. [b]"To be truthful, we hardly receive travelers from distant lands. Our only source of knowledge being papers, scrolls, and tomes. As such, we've never met others like yourself or Sir Ian. You'll have to forgive us if we stare rudely,"[/b] she giggled again. Her laughter light and musical. One thing had piqued her curiosity however, Sir Garrett had referred to himself as [i]"Val"[/i] was that a childhood nickname? She thought to ask, but didn't.

She tilted her head slightly when Sir Garrett mentioned an apology was in order. When he explained himself, one could visibly see Marianne's mood deflate a little. If they were being honest with each other, 'barbarian' was the very first impression she had of Sir Garrett as well. The idea especially reinforced when she saw him in combat. It wasn't until he had woken her and talked to her that her impression of him had changed. Having grown up around prim and proper nobles, royalty, politicians, scholars, it was learned that the dinner table was an important place to build bonds and discuss political matters. But, if what Sir Garrett was saying was true about himself, that he resided in the wilderness and Hills, to eat was to survive. To her, it was simply something one did and was a luxury. Looking at him quietly, she felt a little sorrow for him. His childhood must have been rough and tumble, indeed. Unlike her's, if one was to disregard her Knightess training. 

Her sorrow quickly burned away when he looked at a maid standing behind her and winked, trying to locate who exactly it was. But just as Sir Garrett had difficulty in telling them apart, so did she. Only when their masks were off could she tell. Or if they spoke, she could tell them apart by their voices. Whoever she was, she displayed incredibly bearing in not reacting to Sir Garrett's smirk and wink. But, a little shiver travelled up Marianne's back when she heard the way he said [i]M'lady.[/i]

Turning back around as she locked eye contact with him, her cheeks burned a little more red when he again repeated her higher ranking title. That smile...

It all made her...

[i]Uncomfortable.[/i]

Breaking eye contact, she busied herself with ensuring the placement of utensils in front of her was perfectly aligned.

[b]"What will you be having tonight, Sir Garrett?"[/b] she asked, disregarding what was already spoken for the moment.

She nervously laughed, smiling as best as she could and trying not to let on that she didn't quite enjoy the way he called her [i]m'lady[/i].
For some reason, the maids behind her snickered and giggled ever so quietly, much to Marianne's confusion. What had she said that was so funny? She looked at them as they quieted down.