*In her hand, a spear, and on her face a grimace. He knew the look, and he knew it well. Over his many years, just as many people have challenged him to a duel, none succeeding. Each has met an end by his blade, and if his gut was correct, this one would end the same.* “Can I help you with something?” *He spoke the words loud and with authority, something a knight and grizzled warrior would do without even realizing it. As she looked upon him, she’d see a face born of war and raised in battle and blood. The face of a man who has face a thousand men with less than half that and survived with less even. A man who has trained the greatest of warriors in the land. A man who hunted Wolves and Vampires alike for years without losing a mark or dying or even being bitten. She would look upon the face of a man that was either her equal, or horribly more so. He had a hand on the steel sword at his hip, his shield arm at the ready held on his chest. He had a bad feeling about the look this woman was giving him, and would be ready whether he was right, or wrong.*((Don’t worry hun, I’m right with you.))
Rose nodded her head amuse at his compliment. She rode towards the village near the castle. Her eyes shifted towards the knight and then the wild female on horse back. She couldn’t really do anything because she didn’t want to be exposed. Rose slipped past the knight and moved into the shadows leaving him with the female. Rose looked down at the ground so she wouldn’t be recognized by any guards or servants. Rose held a deep breath before mounting back up on a horse and riding off into the dark night to Blackstone village.
She would say in her thick Russian accent. Regina tugged on the leash again making the horse stop a few feet away from the man who stood on the opposite side of the gate. Her eyes shifted to the women that slid through the entrance of the gate and walked off into the woods. She could tell that whatever the knight and women was doing was something bad on their part, but she didn’t really care about that. All she wanted was to find this knight and end his life. Regina eyes then flickered back over to the man that sat high on his horse.
“..and you are?”
She said sternly as she perked a brow. Regina was feeling the tension building in the air. Maybe this was the guy that Regina has been searching for the past few months. She gripped onto her spear tightly as her eyes stayed narrowed as she waited for his response. If he was the Leon guy that the villager had told her long ago, she would attack right that second and not stop this his body laid lifelessly on the ground.
*When the woman mentioned his name, a brow rose even further. What could this woman, of seemingly native life, want with him? He had made enemies across the land in his many years, though most of them were dead by this point. Either by his blade, or another. He gripped the hilt of his blade even harder, ready for practically anything at this point. He heard the shuffling behind him, but paid it no mention, figuring the queen would have left his side when they got there one way or another. Though, he did sigh softly and shake his head at the royal woman, brave and partially ignorant to what’s around her, like almost every royal.*”..and you are?”*The words came to Leon’s ears and rang through his head. He grinned softly, and decided there was no point in lying to figure out what it was this woman wanted with him. Partially unsheathing his sword, coughing to cover up the sound, he spoke.* “I am Sir Leon Dire. Apprently, you have found who it is your seek and your quest has ended.” *He stepped to the side of her horse, being sure to stay away from the legs of her horse, knowing it’d be difficult to come back from a hit to the head by such a beast. Though his Dragon Bone Plating would protect his other body parts from such a hit, due to the incredible strength of the natural object, he would rather not risk it if his gut feeling about this woman was correct.**He took a few steps backward once he managed to reach the side of the woman’s horse, and placed his back against the wall. He always had a plan, even if it seemed reckless.* “May I ask who YOU are?”
This was of course directed to his Father, and Joffrey shot him a sideways glance, wondering what he thought of the angelic creature that had ventured into their dark domain. One could only imagine and this in itself was amusing to say the least. He half imagined that his father would be more interested in the Queen, Metia, then this offering from the House of Casterly. Then again, Joffrey started to wonder what an angel sounded like when she screamed for mercy under the pain of being deflowered violently, and then tortured for days on end. Joffrey did have an insatiable appetite for sex and women, mostly whores or those maids who became smitten with his devilish looks. He tilted his head back and forth, and started to imagine what it would be like to have his way with her, over and over, and every position under the sun. Hell, he would probably invent a few new ones.
When Selene finally turned her attentions away from the King, and lowered her gaze towards the floor, almost submissive in nature, he suddenly sat up and became…well perky, as she addressed him with that angelic melody to her voice.
“M’lord, it is such a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”
Joffrey rose from his smaller throne, and inhaled sharply, as he gave his coat a light tug, then descended the steps and sauntered over to her. He was of course much taller, and with his dark brooding eyes, that had a strange lustre to them, he reached for her hand, and brought it to his lips, kissing it so gently. He then said in his…nicest voice possible.
“My dear…believe me…the pleasure…is all mine.”
A smirk would slowly stretch across her face when he told her that he was the knight that she had been looking for. Stepping off of the staddle she would jump to the surface of the ground. Still holding on to the spear she had in one hand she quickly untied the cloak that she wore from around her neck and threw it onto the horse. Quickly after, she turned around so she could face Leon as he leaned against the wall that stood behind him. Now, Regina was gripping onto the spear with both of her hands having it pointed towards him. The blade on the end of the spear was only a few inches away from his face.
“I am Regina, and I am here to put your life to an end!”
She would say loudly, still having her Russian accent come through.
Regina took a step forward as she swung the spear downwards, attempting to make a hit as she did so. Regina was going to put all her strength and power in this battle so she could end this knight’s life, she very determined to do so.
*Leon was not affected by her show, and his face held a calmness to it that was rather unsettling. His eyes emptied the moment the spear was pressed close to his face, and they simply held hers within them. The key to winning a fight against someone of her nature of obvious rage: remain calm and push her to get angrier. When she rose her spear up and then attempted to bring back down on him, he lifted the shield on his arm and pulled his silver sword from it’s sheath all in one smooth motion. The spear would clash with the steel of his shield, and his blade would press to the woman’s throat gently, so that all Leon would need to do was push his arm forward lightly, and the sword would cleanly and smoothly pierce the skin. Thanks to his demonic speed, strength, and combat ability, especially his long reach thanks to the 2’3″ long sword, he had no problem clearing the gap between them for the blade to reach her.**His head tilted as he held the shield up to the spear with ease, and he spoke.* “You’re not from here.” *He smiled and chuckled softly, still holding her eyes within his in an empty stare.* “Well, since you have found me, mind explaining what it is you want to kill me for? I have made many enemies in my long life, though yours, are not a face I recognize. Trust me, I’d never forget one of your…beauty.” *He winked to her, assuming this’d rile her up even further, which was what he wanted. Though, the words had rung some truth in them. She wasn’t bad looking…for a savage.*
“I’ve heard stories about you from other villages. Villagers saying how great of a knight you are. I thought of you as competition. So to get to the top I have to beat the best to be the best”.
She would say in a annoyed tone.
“But enough with thee talking! I came here to fight!”
Regina this time charged at the knight. Swing her spear over her head this time onto his sword, making it echo through the dark forest.