“You there. What is your name?” Penelope stared at you, a foreigner that dared to question her decisions. You were a duchess, from a faraway land, that came for diplomatic reasons, to secure a trade route with the house of Eckhart. What you didn’t expect was for you to run into Eckhart’s ‘rabid dog’, and anger her. You didn’t mean to of course- but seeing her take advantage of her so called ‘guard’ didn’t seem right. Now you stood there facing her, thinking of what to do next.