[h3]Dmitry[/h3]
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Dmitry never needed to brace himself for impact too much. A second set of shadows cushioned his fall. At firs he'd been alarmed, until he realized what was happening. So the Valois' family were in shadow control. That meant some mistakes were made. Dmitry felt like apologizing but he did not want to break the tender scene of Lady Lise kissing her fiancee. Even if it was her cousin. And probably that relationship would find difficult to have kids. But such was the high nobles' way, always beyond understanding.

Of course, the other assailant [i]had to ruin[/i] the tender moment, by jumping just before Lise and nearly trampling him and the newly identified Elise de Valois-Saint-Remy. Mitya reacted quickly and dutifully, grabbing the younger-looking of the noblewomen and shielding her from the impromptu release of the opponent.

"Are you alright, my Lady?" He said to Elise. Funny, his Rhean language fluence had gone fairly up. Must have been the environment. "Fear not, I shall resolve this." Dmitry said, before handing her the letter of introduction carefully. "Now if you will excuse me..." He said, before facing the other two, his eyes seeming to bore through Andreim and his steam and tricks. He did not need to [i]see[/i] him to know where [i]he[/i] was. He was loud enough,and his angry ragged breath and seemingly illuminated eyes cast enough information to tell Dmitry of his position.

And he just went up and claimed Lise was his. He doubted he was an aristocrat, and Elise seemed to be Lise's fiancee, so that was out of the question. Overall familiarity meant two things. That he was a stalker or just an overzealous follower. Well, both were the same, right? 

"My name is Dmitry Olegovich Kalinin, son of the Lord Kalinin. My first day is rife from mistakes, for I must apologize. I've come to swear allegiance to the house of Valois-Saint-Remy." He said, his poise tall and proud, unfazed by the blatant hostility displayed by Andreim. "Best that you do realize your mistakes too. Lady Liselotte is not yours, but belongs only to herself. And two, your zeal is not making things any better. Followers who trample mindlessly others are called dogs."

Dmitry was closing the distance fearlessly. "Now, please, stand down and let me offer my services. I don't think you're a dog. You look a boy to me." Mitya finished, his face getting really close with Andreim's.