Jolena frowned at her mother and fathers news, mostly because it was insanity in her mind, for her husband to be decided before she even won. Both of her parents had been warriors they fought in the upraise in their twenties, they battled off the others to get Areille, and within the first years they captured their little ‘pet’. However in some ways Jolena wasn’t like her parents, it was what made the servants and guard whom where around her think she would make a better ruler. She wouldn’t though in her mind and despite her skills there was no way to tell if she could win the battle. The thoughts she would before time, they didn’t make her feel better either. [b]“Is Ethan going to be in this test?”[/b] She asked quietly only to have her father laugh at her.

[b]“Why would the foolish Hunter be in the test?”[/b] He muttered as if she was a fool, taking another bite of his food.

Ethan would have made a good king for her, only because he had no wish to be one, she could rule Areille how she really wanted too. How it really needed to be ruled. [b]“I think that Ethan would make a gre….”[/b] Jolena started to explain before one of her father’s personal guards interrupted quite so rudely that it even made the princess glare at the man as he stood beside the king waiting to be told he could speak. When the king gave permission the guard leaned to speak quietly in his ear. 

While the royals had been enjoying their dinner, the guards had actually catch the guard that sat by the werewolf’s change speaking to it. The king and queen had long thought this was so, they had heard that the guard had been sneaking food from the kitchens, some of the servants had reported the guard speaking to the man, but they had no proof until now. The guard was a trader, he had let the wolf get into his head, it was quite clear. Now the trader had to be gotten rid of, either killed or tucked away in a cage of his own….for the safety of Areille, of course.

[b]“How dare you be so rude as interrupt someone spe…”[/b] Jolena didn’t even get to finish speaking before her father flicked his wrist at her.

[b]“Leave us daughter!”[/b]

Jolena looked at her mother frowning, almost as if foolishly thinking her mother would override what her father had just said. Instead she simply pursed her lips, glaring at her. She wanted to throw something, if she was still a child, she would have thrown a fit, but instead she narrowed her eyes at the guard as she got up grabbing a few pieces of bread and left as she was told. Letting the door slam shut behind her, usually there was a servant around to walk with her, but they wouldn't have be there waiting for another hour. So she walked down the hallway herself, muttering angry hurtful words she would have liked to say to her father. [b]“…And for all I care, you both can just go to a fiery hell!”[/b] She muttered louder than she had planned in her anger. 

Looking around in a slight panic to assure no one heard what she had said to her imagery image of her father, she finally realized there she was by the cage once more. She peeked at the door of the guard quarters, to see no one there. How strange. Whatever her father was needed for must have called them away. Her eyes lingered on the man inside his cage for a moment, before she crossed her arms trying to look tougher than she usually did. [b]“You would think, that they would leave one guard with you.”[/b] She said looking at the man, her voice was naturally soft and it did not help with her trying to pull off a tough look. 

[b]“After all from what I was told, you are supposed to be such a big scary monster. Yes?”[/b] She added with a small smile on her lips, not really mocking him and much as what she was told. For the first time in almost thirteen years she moved closer to the cage, looking back towards the dinner room, as if checking to see if she would get caught closer than she had ever been before. [b]“Here, father doesn’t feed you as much as the human prisoners.”[/b] She muttered softly throwing the bread at him before wiping her hands.