[center][h1] The Blood Iron Princess [/h1][/center]

Serene had been expecting a man, a brilliant historical figure clad in humble clothing, like the paintings of him. What she hadn’t expected was...for Leonardo Da Vinci to be a woman. Had the historical records gotten it wrong? Had she somehow been tricked? No...a second look, once Serene had of course recovered enough to stare forward, revealed what she was looking at. The Mona Lisa, she’d know that piece anywhere. But...Da Vinci, was the Mona Lisa? That was creating a mental disconcert between her knowledge of history, and what stood before her. It was only when she realized she’d just been standing there, staring blankly at Caster, for who knew how long, that Serene started, refocusing on the heroic spirit.

[color=lightcoral]”Well I uh...hello there?”[/color] She stood there, motionless, barely breathing, just processing the situation further, before going on with her words. [color=lightcoral] “If you don’t mind me asking...why do you look like the Mona Lisa? No offense intended but…I’m just a tad confused.” [/color] From being incredibly confident, if not a terrifying persona to now...being starkly and clearly a fair bit confused. It was interesting, all things considered, to see how people reacted when afraid, what becomes their true self.