*Clop, clop, clop,*
*Knock, knock,*
"-come in."
*Thud,* the room echoed, "…" striking beautiful eyes peered towards the center. One arm held a handbag, simple in color and adornment, a radiant dress matching the light-grey hair, gloves, the crest of the Imperial family, and a mien of fortitude. Her eyelashes were long and neat, difficult to ignore considering her whole outfit. "-Igna…"
"Yes?"
"Do you have something to say?"
'She's onto me or what?' he paused and waited, '-I thought her role in the current events to be over, we rejected one another, there's no need to continue.'
"Stop thinking and speak," blustered out the otherwise tightly pressed lips, "-I need to know," hands clasps to her chest, "-I need to know, WHO ARE YOU!" the yell roared across the room, an illusion of the words taking the form of a gust had him left stumped.
"The introduction is well past due."
