Marchioness Adrienne Lasalle de La Rochejaquelein, one of the most powerful military leaders in The Kingdom of The Sylvanisauri, leans against a pillar as she smoked a cigarette from her ivory cigarette holder, she wanted to dance of course but not with just any other guest in the ball room, but with Blake, Blake The King of all Sylvanisauri. Sure, if she wanted to, Adrienne could pick him out and dance away the night but he was just too loyal to Queen Brunhilda, he barely talks to any other females, besides herself of course. She sighs, causing smoke to blow from her nose "Not any man, Adrienne... not any man at all" La Rochejaquelein said to herself, tapping the ash off her cigarette before putting it back in her mouth, the taste of expensive tobacco rolling around her mouth, but not even the taste of her precious leaf could save her from her thoughts, not this time