[center][color=peru][i]My Liege is dead.

This Peace is False.[/i]

[h2]Knight Devout[/h2][/color]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/t7gZ3V1.png[/img][/center]
[color=peru][center][h2]Captain Stratya Durmand[/h2][/center]
Time:[/color] 10th Ignis, Evening
[color=peru]Location:[/color] Castle Ballroom
[color=peru]Interactions:[/color] King Edin, [@Remram] Askel
[color=peru]Mentions:[/color] 

She was not looking forward to this. She should be at home, mourning.

The harold announced

“Her Excellence, Knight Captain Stratya Durmand,”

and she entered. Must be Garcian, again. While she resisted the formalities, he pushed. Military dress boots crossed the precipice and stood long enough to be seen before proceeding into the ballroom proper. She must be flawless. Perfect. Demonstrate her continued worth to the Crown. Her accolades decorated her lapel. For the Kingdom and its People, she would partake in this facade, if only for the chance at opportunity.

Promptly, she approached the Crown, her gaze mostly flicking between Wulfric and Auguste as she did, before it finally settled on the King as she came to stand before him. She stood at attention, posture inscrutable. She just had to address the King. Correctly.

[color=peru]“My Liege.”[/color]

He hadn’t even shown up for her knighting. Queen Alibeth had knighted her.

[color=peru]“Trruly, the rrealm is guided tae peace underr yerr diligen’ ‘and. The faverr o’ t’ Gods trruly finds us thrrough [i]you[/i], Yerr Majesty.”[/color]

His diligence stemmed from the necessity brought about by his now-absent wife.

She certainly didn’t want to stay beneath his gaze for long, she’d seen the eyes he gave women, even when he [i]had[/i] a wife. … That wasn’t something she wanted to think about right now.

[color=peru]“I am thankful ferr t’ opporrtuni’y tae parrtake of the grreat boun’y afforrded us by t’ Gods and yerr rrule. May prrosperri’y rreign o’er t’ Kingdom. Gods bless Caesonia.”[/color]

Gods, that had been harder than she thought it was going to be. Speaking so falsely was trying for her. At least the food would be good. She offered a bow with her conclusion and turned with a sharp pivot. She went to find herself a glass of.. anything. Wine? Fine. She drank it too quickly, though she stopped herself from downing it in one breath.

It was then she noticed she’d come to stand next to Askel. She made a small noise as she turned her head to see him as though he’d materialized. [color=peru]“[sub]Askel.[/sub]”[/color] This was [i]not[/i] how she would have wanted her new friend to see her. Her expression whinged,[color=peru] “[sub]ooh, rreyt, yerr a-,[/sub]”[/color] as though a switch were flipped, she remembered where she was and slipped the mask back on,[color=peru] “Prrince Askel, so good tae see you again.”[/color] Her eyes glanced toward the King for an instant.

Knight Captain Stratya Durmand was in a very tough position.

[color=peru]“I..”[/color] Already her mask cracked,[color=peru] “hope t’ day’s even’s ‘ave nae been too trroubling?”[/color] Was that all she could think to talk about?! Her voice withered at the end, followed by the rest of her wine.