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[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/zlHIV1K1SoNnG/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b]Location:[/b] Kingdom of Abhainn; just outside the ballroom
[b]Interacting with:[/b] Unknowingly, King Maddox {[@Scarlet Loup]} [sub][sub]yeah, she ain't the brightest star in the sky[/sub][/sub][hr][/center]
Evangeline's embarrassment increased tenfold as she came to terms with the fuss she seemed to be causing. Not only had she managed to assault a relatively handsome man, she seemed to have ran right into a relatively handsome, rich and [i]important[/i] man judging by the looks she was getting from his company. It took her a second to figure out that they were most likely guards, from their matching attire and quick obedience to his orders. She perhaps would have apologised some more if it wasn't for the fact that this stranger's lips were pulled up into a grin. Wait. Was he [i]laughing[/i] at her?!

Her cheeks flamed as she struggled to gain some semblance of dignity standing in the middle of a hallway in the rags she was wearing. Eve's gaze swept over him as he did the same to her - sizing him up, judging him. He was clearly very wealthy, to say the least. He was very easy on the eyes, too - something he seemed to be very much aware of by the way he smirked and held himself with an air of arrogance that said [i]I get what I want.[/i] If she happened to be meeting him in the actual ballroom, she reckoned she would not particularly like him. She would be as polite and charming as ever if they happened to strike up a conversation, but she would not go to great lengths to impress this stranger. However, they were not meeting in the ballroom. She had practically knocked him over before they had even arrived, so she pushed away any reservations she would normally have and put her trust in the gentleman. 

Eve couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance at his dismissive statement. She could be a threat if she wanted to be, couldn't she? She wasn't that pathetic. Her sapphire gaze followed the guards as they retreated, her lips twitching upwards into a small smile. Well, he seemed to be friendly enough. Charming, even. In fact, she certainly wasn't opposed to the intensity of his eyes, or the infectious nature of his smile. 

[color=Palegreen][b]"I must look awfully frightening if I've made them that worried." [/b][/color]Her tone, no longer raised in panic, held a hint of amusement that embraced her Sliabhann accent. 

[color=Palegreen][b]"Or, you must be very high-and-mighty."[/b][/color] Hearing the words out loud, Evangeline almost flinched at how stupid they were. She had meant no offence by them, of course, and had said it merely as a joke - but anyone could take such a bold statement offensively. 

[color=Palegreen][b]"My name's Evangeline, sir. Evangeline Farthing."[/b][/color] Almost as a second thought, she added:

[color=Palegreen][b] "Lady in Waiting to the future Queen - who I should probably find at some point. But of course, I can't address royalty looking like [i]this[/i]."[/b][/color] She gestured somewhat vaguely down at the state of her garments, her statement one that was both completely oblivious and utterly ironic in the present situation at the same time.