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[center][color=FireBrick][h1]Lady Jean Grey[/h1]
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[b]Location:[/b] Cross-Realm King's Tournament.
[sup][b]Interacting With:[/b] Wade Wilson.[/sup][/color][/center]
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The crackling of the hearth… the smell of burning parchment… Opening her eyes slowly, it was all she could remember of the past few days as she leant herself back in the saddle, her head dropping back and her long fiery red locks brushing lightly over her back as she lifted her gaze up, her dark eyes fixed on the sky above for what seemed like a lifetime- why was she doing this again..? She didn’t want to be here… Time honored tradition or not; she didn’t want to see him… she [i]couldn’t[/i] see him…

It was too soon… and it hurt too much… at least for her anyway.

After all this time- all the heartache he had put her through; and suddenly a messenger appears before her throne. Offering peace, trade- whatever he could to keep her interested, and whatever he could to get her to accept the invitation upon his master’s request. She had been do close… so damn close to just declining the offer, and sending him back to his master’s house with the bad news; but the voice of reason in her ear coming from her long time friend, and trusted adviser had allowed the messenger to leave and return to House M with nothing more than the acceptance that she would hear him out… even when it was the last thing she wanted to do.

[b]“Nawwe… why the long face, Jeanie..?”[/b]

Leaning over in the saddle almost completely so that his head was resting against her thigh, Wade couldn’t help but smile, his goofy (and rather over the top) grin causing the Queen to look down at him with a mixture of both amusement and annoyance flickering over her features, [i]“Ooo, ooo..! Don’t tell me..! I know this one- you are still pissed that Strange didn’t let you shoot the messenger. Am I right..?”[/i]

How could one person be so infuriating..? Unable to help the way that her eyes rolled at his words, Jean roughly pushed against his head, forcing it off her leg before she pulled on the reigns, leading her steed to the side slightly so that there was more room between her and her faithful (though ever the annoyance) knight, [color=FireBrick]“Do not test my patience today, Wade… I am in no mood.”[/color]

[b]“..but Jeeeeeeeeean…”[/b]

[color=FireBrick]“..we both know Vincent advised me as well as he could- he was against my severing ties with House M in the first place… I owe it to him to at least hear what they have to say…”[/color] Tearing her gaze away from him, she let it wander out over the scenery around her, the sight of tents and the sound of others talking and making merry catching her ear, causing her to turn her attention over in the direction they were moving in, [color=FireBrick]“..I just-… I just do not particularly wish to see Scott…”[/color]