[center][h3][color=#E15436]King Maddox Auclair[/color][/h3]
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[color=#E15436][b]Location -[/b][/color] Kingdom of Abhainn
[color=#E15436][b]Interacting With -[/b][/color] Evangeline Farthing {[@Filthy Mudblood]}[/center]
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[color=#E15436]"It's my damn feast, and I'll arrive whenever I damn well please!"[/color] Maddox shouted as a servant pulled his undershirt over the king's head. A handmaiden preparing another piece of his clothing gave a quick jump of surprise as Maddox replied to a man who had let himself in. The man was far older than Maddox, and he had served for years as one of Frederick's advisers. It had been only natural then that the man appear on Maddox's own council - a council that all seemed to wish to play the role of father to the king himself.

The adviser erupted in a series of sputters as he struggled to find words with which to respond. [b]"Your Majesty...I implore you...lest you offend King Alister and Queen Mirabelle or Lady Julianna herself."[/b] Maddox huffed, pulling away from the servant as he walked halfway across his chambers. 

[color=#E15436]"And they are guests in [i]my[/i] kingdom, and I'll be damned if I let them dictate my day."[/color] Each utterance of "damn" seemed to physically repulse the others in the room who knew that their previous king would have never conducted himself like this. [color=#E15436]"Damn it all."[/color] Maddox muttered once more, growing more irate as he realized he had run out of wine.

[color=#E15436]"Run back to the feast, if they ask, tell them I will be there shortly."[/color] The adviser gave a quick, albeit reluctant, nod and retreated from the room.

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When he finally did emerge from his rooms, Maddox certainly looked the part of the dashing young king. His doublet was a soft ivory color, and it had been embellished with thread that looked like spun gold. His boots, dark black with lacquer, had been polished to a shine, and he seemed to glow with his wealth.

Maddox's guards began to follow him down the hall as he proceeded to the ballroom. He probably could have arrived fashionably late if a figure hadn't barreled straight into him, almost knocking him down due to how suddenly it had all taken him by surprise. His guards bristled as the fire-haired girl ran into him, worried a foreigner had taken it upon themselves to end the treaty here.

He seized her upper arms tightly in his hands, forcing her at arms' length from his body, likely sharing the exact fears of his guards. But then he got a look at her as she spoke in a quick whirlwind, spouting out some story about wolves. Maddox couldn't help but smirk, and that smirk broke out into a laugh he could hardly control as he dropped his grip and smiled down at the woman.

[color=#E15436]"At ease,"[/color] he commanded, mostly to his guards but also to the flustered woman. She was stunning, that much was true. Her hair had caught his gaze first, and it still held it. A shock of unruly hair atop an unruly young lady. He struggled to continue staving off his laughter.

[color=#E15436]"Perhaps I could, my lady - but directing you to your chambers would be quite difficult to do without first knowing who I am addressing, no?"[/color] He gave a quick chuff of laughter and turned back to his guards. [color=#E15436]"Leave us - she's hardly a threat to anybody."[/color] And so they did, albeit reluctantly. Perhaps they worried the woman was still as much of a threat as they had pegged her to be, that she would suddenly pull a dagger from her thigh and attack Maddox. Or, rather, they worried to leave their king along with the strange, endearing woman. Maddox had a reputation with woman, one they hoped he wouldn't act on especially on a night such as this one. When they had finally left earshot, Maddox turned to her once more.

[color=#E15436]"Now, your name?"[/color]