Caught her in the nick of time Irina did, as the Princess was only inches from garnering more alcoholic sustenance, and the last thing, the last damned worry Irina needed on her already frantic and frazzled mindful of stress, was more stress compiled from not only the presence of an evil and terrifying man amidst her and the Princess, but of course having to keep sharp eyes of vigilance upon a heavily inebriated and deeply disoriented Crystal in trying to stave and avert the drunken lass from further harm, and Irina be damned if she had to do that all night. But of course the Princess be damned if Irina's overbearing sense of protection of her lady was going to spoil her night of debauchery and freedom from the stone and marble confines of the Royal Palace. In a bit of a rash, and as Irina considered the action, childish maneuver, the young girl turned her nose up to her Royal Attendant with a glower unto the woman, frisking her hand about as if the knight were an annoying gnat to her, buzzing about her without a single notion of one's personal space, in laments terms, a true nuisance, and as if her hand's frantic and frustrated spasm was going to shoo away Irina from her.

[b]"Ladies and Gentlemen, the doors have officially opened for Alegasia's production of [i]Poponoriodestia Amour.[/i] Please make your way to the theater and begin taking your seats. We would also like to remind you that no one is to sit in box 17 but the Royal Family of Alegasia and their guests. Thank you."[/b]

Finally the performance of this star studded and elegant night was soon to commence, and Irina could finally have a rest and at least enjoy the theater's production without worry, but again...as always, any notion of relaxation and calm serenity were tossed out the window to their fatal demise, as yet again Irina and the Princess were being observed intently and maliciously by that ever familiar set of serpentine yellow eyes gleaming upon them from beneath those sinister and inhuman shadows cast by Varros and his two bodyguards. The three nefarious men were trailing close behind as Irina and the Princess entered the theater, but for a moment or so, Varros retreated, backing away shortly and letting the two women pass him on. He looked towards the guard on his left and whispered to him in utmost discreetness, [b][i]"Are the others ready?"[/i][/b] His guard returned, a gruff snarl under his breath, [b]"They are, my lord."[/b] Varros replied, [b][i]"Good. Then our plan shall be put into effect after the third act, however....I want no bloodshed tonight."[/i][/b] What? No bloodshed? The guard was bewildered greatly and by the shift of tone to his deep and menacing voice, he was outraged indefinitely by his Lord's request, [b]"But my lord-"[/b] The hooded brute quickly exhaled, only leading to a swift and rather stern response from Varros, glaring deep into the blood red eyes of his questioning henchman, [b][i]"You have your orders, Captain. To spill blood in Alegasia now is to spill blood in Narsil by tomorrow, and the last thing I need is for my country to suffer another decade of war. Now go!"[/i][/b] And with that harsh sendoff, there went his two cloaked fiends, possibly away to join the other men for their lord's....plotting. After his men had gone to make ready, Varros turned to the usher and handed him his ticket, the usher looking to him and the ticket before giving an expression of confusion, [b]"Box 17? Sir, you do realize this box is reserved for the Royal Family of Alegasia only, correct?"[/b] Varros, though his usual dark and sinister self, gave a light grin in a feigned jovial reply to the young lad, [b][i]"Ah yes, I am an esteemed guest of the Royal Family, a...dear friend of the Princess Crystal and her Royal Attendant, come from Narsil on their behalf."[/i][/b] There was a flash of light from the dark man's eyes, and it seemed as if this flash...had some sort of effect upon the usher, giving an equally joyous reply, [b]"Oh yes of course, Lord Varros. How rude of me to doubt the grand lord of Narsil. Eh, right this way good sir."[/b] With a devious sneer crossing his lips, he followed behind the usher, his plan....already going as promised.....