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How To Deliver Justice (with KiraMusani

Ethel nodded.
"I thank you, yes I heard of your allyship and heard you were valiant allies with good morals and character, and happy to assist you as long as I continue to agree with your values as she did."

Clair kept her painting a mix of pencil drawing for the outline then using paint for colouring using her drawing as a guide to give her better edges and such, more used to making devices and blueprints, so was very precise but perhaps lacking emotion. She would also go to lunch when instructed without argue.

Both Diana and Clair agreed, and Diana gave a chuckle at the loop hole found.
"Clever"

Ethel would turn to Kenna.
"Need a guide?" She asked offering her arm. Though I may also need to guide Olivia.
 
Kenna made a thinking frown. "Gregor didn't use to have that rule, and to single one of the Amazons and the Jewel Kingdom out like that..." She gladly accepted linking fingers into the crook of Ethel's elbow. "I wouldn't worry about Olivia. She's a duchess and not princess. She's just one breath away from the Lythikan crown because the current king has no heir. He was the child 20 years ago, and not exactly the brightest candle on the yuletide tree, today as an adult."

Cassandra asided to Diana during the walk. "I know what I did to deserve the call out. My diplomacy, I admit, is somewhat lacking. But what the hell did Sapphire do?" Did Cassandra forget how Sapphire was found earlier in the year, a victim of Igthorne, currently in a different part of the dungeons awaiting trial on treason? Or what just happened earlier that morning when Sapphire was again accosted, just because of her station? At least she finally put to rest the question of her heritage. She was truly Amazonian!

Ruby smiled brightly as she was escorted to lunch. "I see you finally decided on someone. My first painting, of most important, the gift, is finished already. I just finished. I'll be starting my second when we get back at it. Right after, if we have time, we should get the squawkers.... I can't believe my father acted like that. Poor Sapphire. Maybe that's why she got called out for needing an escort, y'know?" She would be half right.
 
Ethel nodded.
"I don't think I have ever agreed with everything a leader has said and done, but Gregor thus far does seem to be one of the better ones, nowhere near perfect, but better then many" she stated as she walked her.
"Right, I don't spend too much time in these settings, sometimes custom details like that get past me." She claimed though in reality she was constantly needing to update what the modern rules were as they continued to change in Ethel's perspective very quickly.

Diana shrugged her shoulders as they walked.
"Admittedly I am not the most political minded, I am sure he had his reasons, but I have a hard tome understanding men's methods of leading."

"Huh? Oh yeah, umm, sorry I am kinda saving the face for last, so it's not clear who it is yet but I assure you that it's decided." She assured surprised she was allowed to look at her painting at this stage.
"I am surprised you are finished one already, you are a quick painter"
 
Ruby blushed. "I'm not that quick. There's a Countess, Cerise, who paints portraits for a living. She could have two well done, detailed portraits done in the time it took me to paint one. Three hours? Nothing to her. Try ninety minutes."

Everyone was soon seated and partaking in sandwiches and tea. Aurora unconsciously cleared her throat. "Begging the King's pardon, but have Avenger and Amanda gotten their break, yet? They've been at it for three hours also. Surely they are hungry as well."

Gregor raised an eyebrow. "Yes. They are also eating. And don't call me Shirley, doctor. I hope your portrait is finished or nearly so. Don't you have to relieve Lt. Arden to watch those two, to make sure they don't accidentally cause themselves more undue harm? Butcher has a broken leg, and I heard from you and Olivia, verified by Avenger herself, that she went through a stained glass window in the hallway."

Kenna knitted her brows as she looked at Olivia, who nodded to the queen, that Avenger did go through the window.

"I wouldn't worry about Avenger, she's a tough customer. Insurrectionist lost that battle for trying to get the best of her. He got the drop on her at the cost of his own head." Olivia reassured her.

Ruby made a face and looked at her plate. "War sucks." She quipped in front of the whole party present.
 
"Oh my that's certainly impressive, I can do a sketch a little quicker then that but painting is a whole other thing"

Ethel and Diana both took their seats and started to eat, listening if they were in earshot but otherwise focusing on their meals.

Clair nodded to Ruby and whispered.
"Me too, I know my father made his reputation in war but I just wish we could solve this issues in other ways"
 
Ruby sighed. "I kinda feel sorry for the Avenger. That's the first time I heard of her taking a life. Like, ever."

Cinnamon overheard, and nodded, looking between Ruby and Clair. "She prided herself on that. Swore she would never do so unless sanctioned by the King, himself, and even then would look for some kind of out. She may indeed be an Amazon, because no one is stronger or more adept, in all the kingdom, plus I hear, like all Amazons, doesn't trust a man, any farther than she could throw him. Gregor, Richard and Robin Locksley notwithstanding. I heard her say she thinks of Gregor and Richard as father figures, and Robin an uncle of sorts. Nothing romantic whatsoever."

Amethyst listened and asided to Mr Handler. "Sir, I thought Dunwyn's favourite daughter thought of you as an uncle as well. Did you two have a falling out?"

Actually, the princess had fallen for Clair and couldn't bring herself to change Handler's title as yet another father figure, however, she acted more as a daughter learning her father's ways this season, eager for his knightly lessons to prepare her.
 
Clair nodded.
"I can't imagine what that's like, I don't know if I could do that, I understand the need to defend yourself and others, my father is a solider after all, or a retired one at least. But I don't think I could like I would probably be killed because I couldn't I suppose" she admitted, looking down not sure if she should feel ashamed.

Mr. Handler chuckled to Amethyst.
"I suppose you should ask her, though I don't recall any falling out. Though I think she may have taken an interest in my daughter, that or perhaps I was more like a teacher, given my status."

Clair hearing that blushed at the mention that Avenger may be interested in her as well, she went from having no one that she knew of interested in her to potentially three! Of then.
 
Amethyst nodded her understanding. "Makes sense the way she ate up your teachings. I noticed her prowess to use items other than her sword to do more blocking, and did more hand to hand after her infamous tackle in Birmingham, during the polo matches. Which we only heard of. Besides she, considering who she really is, did commission me to protect and watch out for you two. It could have been blooming then, we just missed the signs."

As lunch wrapped up, and everyone was excused back to the ballroom to return to painting, Gregor approached Kenna and Ethel. "What have we learned regarding Dom, and Kenna, I've heard things about Duke Igthorne that concerns me from Avenger, Olivia and Ariel. That he's been causing trouble over on the main continent as well as here in Dunwyn."

"Dom didn't appear to have been drinking, and neither Ethel nor I smelled alcohol on his breath. Only thing I can tell you is that for the last decade or so, Dom's mood and behaviours have been worse as far as wanting everyone to be ready for a war, females included, especially during the holidays."

Gregor frowned. "If this was expected as a possibility, normal activity around the holidays..."

Kenna shook her head. "Not even a queen can forbid a man from seeing his own daughter. As a father yourself, you can see the predicament I was put in."

Gregor grimaced, glanced at Ethel and sighed. "There's other countries represented here, Ethel, here, is one of them, and I don't want to look bad in Cordonia's eyes by sending him home for bad behaviour. I already had to send a single woman home to Gaul from the games for that. Dom is tied to you. I can't afford a second international incident."

Kenna frowned. "Gregor. Cordonians don't tolerate bad behavours either. Drunkenness can be easily treated here. You have the royal physician AND his physician in training with both Arden and Service present. It's possible there could be no cure for war memories.¹"

Gregor sighed. "Ethel. When Clair finishes her painting, please have her visit Dom, but anywhere but the sot sit. Take a second guard with you, preferably male although Amethyst could be used in a pinch. Clair doesn't need to be in the dungeons. Take Aurora also. Maybe the inventor and a younger physician can find something the rest of us, including the Cordonian Royal Physician has missed. Tell Aurora she is expected to tell Arden and Bristol both, what she and Clair learn. I'll arrange extra points for both of them."


1- Kenna is wrong. PTSD just hasn't been discovered and diagnosed yet.
 
Ethel let Kenna explain before chiming in herself.
"I don't believe drinking is the issue here, likely some sort of mental issue related to his time in war, I have heard of this kind of thing before from my mother and her mother, and as much as I understand you want to understand the issue at hand, and how those two might be the ones to figure it out. I can't advise bringing the inventor down there. I mean no offence, but I don't think she can handle it based on what I have seen, not to mention I don't want her anymore in his sights than she may already be given his obsession with war."
 
Kenna nodded along with Ethel's assessment. "I have to fully concur with Ethel here, Gregor. I would also like to add that my own daughter appears to be infatuated with Clair, and you don't want to cause a princess from a different country undue stress, now do you? For the very reasons you just stated. Besides, out of curiosity, who is leading your little games currently?"

Gregor grimaced again. "Clair is. By 100 points. And with the parade, gowns, tree hunting for the top five, desserts, and winter ball left, it's not near enough for her to cement her win. Even Ethel here has a chance to make the top five to go tree hunting. Because of this snag to prevent her from painting, and the importance of this mission, I've already established that she will be tied with the winner and receive the allotted 500 points. I really needed an advisor. Apparently even moreso than I thought." He gave a nod to Ethel, indicating her advice would be heeded. "See if the doctor is finished, then. Do arrange yourself a second guard for backup, you are right, of course. As desperately as even I trust the inventor's brains, we don't want this to become international. If Dom attacks Aurora, it will stay within the confines of Cordonia. She is the duchess of Valtoria."

"Which reminds me. I've got to get our fourth great house to it's new owners." Kenna nodded, gave a warriors bow to both Ethel and Gregor and hurried into the ballroom, where she found her handmaiden waiting with her satchel, and then back to the Handlers.

Kenna placed the papers in front of Mrs Handler first, as well as the quill and inkwell. "According to Dr. Aurora Service and your own husband, you would be in charge of the household and finances. You'll sign first and then your husband. This gives you the title, land, estate, properties and village as we discussed. You sign next, Sir Handler, then I as I fill in the name you wish to call your new home. As you see, you will be considered Viscount and Countess, making your daughter automatically a true Lady of the court. You may retain your store here in England if you have someone you trust to run it. Signing this will make you citizens of Cordonia."
 
Ethel nodded, glad that her advice was heeded, something she wasn't used to from Kings, even in her long life that was not really something that happened much at all, given the fact that she was a women.
"Good, I'll get the doctor and escort her myself to give Dom a look over. With some backup as requested." Once Dismissed she would leave and gather Olivia as her backup and Aurora to bring them to Dom, explaining the situation on the way as well as her own, or her 'Mothers' theories on the subject before they would arrive at the cell.

The Handlers smiled at the offering.
"Excellent, up until now I have always had to be the one to have everything under my name, this could make things a lot easier in the future" Mr. Handler explained, many places didn't allow women to own their own land.

"We will read this over, and of course, discuss it with our daughter when we get a chance. Do you mind if we sign in later and get it back to you?" Mrs. Handler asked.
 
Kenna nodded with a sigh. "Cordonia is one of very few nations that allow women to own land and be in high office. Themiscyra is another. There are no men there at all. Some law way before Queen Hippolyta became queen of the Amazons. I understand Diana has carried the no men on their lands for Britannia Amazona as well. Aurora would not be allowed a physician, no matter how well she works or knows medical procedures in either Gaul or Germania. She'd also have to be married, whether she wants to be or not, to own land unless otherwise specified in her father's will, in either of those countries or Iberia. She may be allowed to be a physician in Iberia."

Kenna nodded. "Very well, but I will need an answer of yay or nay, these papers signed if it's yay, by New Year Day in the year of our Lord, 1378. That gives you just over seven weeks. I'll be here in Dunwyn until then."

Ruby was surprised when Ethel came and took Olivia and Aurora to have conversation with her father. "Oh oh. I don't know how father will react to Olivia, or Aurora prodding around as a doctor... Although Olivia never hassled him, that was her mother Zenobia, and Arden never had Aurora present when he treated either mother or father before."
 
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Mrs. Handler nodded.
"Right, we should get back before then, just want to run it by our daughter first, talk with her and get her thoughts"

"Don't worry, I'll be there and ensure he at least gives responses, hopefully he will smarten up and show respect as well." Ethel replied as she took them down.
 
How Dom acted, was not well. He slammed Aurora's weak constitution if she couldn't handle fighting. Goaded Olivia every chance he got for him to get her to show her warrior prowess, even calling her "Not a true Lythikan" and her mother, Zenobia, who was with Ethel fighting her own knights, would be ashamed of her.

As Aurora constantly tried to redirect his thinking to the physical and talk about what was setting him off, he got more warrior prone, grabbing Aurora's stethoscope and wrapping it around her neck, telling her a Cordonian woman shouldn't be a doctor, because Kenna wasn't, meaning to choke Aurora into unconsciousness with her own tool.

Aurora's eyes went wide as she struggled for breath, before Olivia finally got her free, even though she landed hard on the dungeon floor. "Doc! Get the hell outta here! Ethel, a little help?!"

"You need to calm your ass down," Olivia hissed. "The war is over! We already won! Twenty effin years ago!"

Olivia got a backwards fist in an eye for her efforts, as Dom seemed to be fighting the horrifying last battle of Stormholt. "Kenna!" He yelled, " Use your sword! Use your sword! End Luther's tyranny!"

Ethel would know exactly what Dom was reliving, since she (her mother) was there the time when it really happened.
 
Ethel watched, she had scene men act like this many times before but didn't really ever understand it. But due to her tendency to travel and move around was almost never also there for their wartime traumas, and realized that he wasn't so much hallucinating as previously believed, he was remembering.

"We got him Sargent! We took down Luther, we won the war" she told him, getting close to him in his vision, seeing her face might help as well since she was there.
 
Ethel would see Dom look directly at her, with yellow reptilian eyes with slitted irises and a far away, there but not there look. "Ethel? Thank the stars! Kenna got the bastard? Good now tell this stupid as shit Lythikan to fight with her commander, Lt. Nevrakis!"

NOW Olivia finally got it. She wasn't Olivia Nevrakis in 1377, but a guard even her mother called a dumb cluck in 1357! She still couldn't help herself, "Oi!" She hissed, incensed. She finally released him, as it looked like Ethel had saved the day, in 1357 AND 1377!

By the time things calmed down for Ethel, Aurora and Olivia, almost another three hours had passed and everyone should be finished with their portraits for the King's inspection with his scribe who would note anything that would be said with the portrait. The one portrait, or in Ruby's case two portraits painted would be judged on composition, colour, style and vitality (how "alive": if it looked like the person would step out of it).

How would Clair fare? Would her portrait seem stiff?
 
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Ethel shook her head.
"The war is over, we won, we can rest now" She assured trying to calm him down.

Clair's painting would be very accurate but also be quite stiff, most of her experience in art coming from drawing up blueprints for inventions she never did get the emotional side of things, mechanically it was good, accurate and true to life, but clearly an illustration in painting form.
 
In the dungeon sot sit, Dom not only settled back down, but laid back on the cot and closed his eyes. Olivia pointed her head towards Aurora untangling the stethoscope from around her throat and rubbing her throat, as she sat on the floor regaining her bearings. Olivia said only one word to Ethel. "Doc."

"What war was he in, and pulled us into the middle of? That was hairy." Aurora asked in a gasp. "It was like he was fighting in a war!" She winced as she looked at her stethoscope, before deciding to pocket it, instead of drape it back around her neck.

Olivia glanced over to Ethel to see if she should answer, although she knew full well it was the Cordonian Civil War that ended 20 years ago. She would follow Ethel's lead, but only after saying sternly to Aurora, "Not down here, doctor, let's get out of the dungeons first."

Gregor and his scribe went back and forth, commenting about different aspects of the portrait. She would hear Gregor giving high marks on colours used, and composition, remarking that the Cordonian Ruby Apple was a nice touch in his whispered conversation."

"It's just a bit stiff, but Ruby will still adore it, I believe, so far, only Diana's painting is better."

"Still several to see, sire, including the next portrait, by Baroness Cinnamon Baker." The scribe whispered.

"Yes, Princesses Sapphire and Ruby, and our two in the recovery room after Cinnamon's."

They moved on to Cinnamon and Gregor looked at it, and then Clair's and back at it. "You have chosen the Avenger?"

"She is the great hero of Dunwyn, and that's why. I'm afraid I would have insulted the duchess I intended to, because I was designing the clothing before I even realized it. I'm not ashamed to say Duchess Calla was my intended, but come on. Grovershire as the Crimson Avenger? She'd been insulted, surely."

The King spent some time analyzing brush strokes, techniques, contours and more, before having the scribe jot something down and move on.

Cinnamon sighed and sidled over to Clair. "I think I screwed up being so hero on the brain, Clair. I think I need to ask you to bail me out. I know Duchess Calla is a big equestrian and in the army, I need something, some idea maybe, even, to make up for not having a portrait to gift her. Can you please help?"

Clair would end up being painted the most, even snob Beatrice Beaumont had chosen her as a subject. Apparently, who was respected the most, even over possible love interest, had won out. Avenger had been chosen the second most, and even Aurora had two portraits, including one by Princess Sapphire!

It was dinner time, and everyone would find out who was the most painted (Clair) and who had the most points and was leading (mentioned in my next post, I have to add up the points of the last two. I forgot to do the wine, oops!)
 
Ethel looked back to the others.
"Right, Let's get out of earshot, let him rest as we discuss" She agreed with Olivia, explaining that he had gone back to the Cordonian Civil War once they were somewhere they could talk.

Clair nodded as her painting was appraised.
"Thank you"

Clair looked to Cinnamon in surprise as she heard her request.
"Oh, what you want a gift? I am not the best at that kind of thing, I usually just ask what someone wants and try to make it." She replied at first.
"Umm, oh what aspects of Calla do you like the most? or believe you two have in the most common, maybe something that would relate to that, to show your connection?" She suggested.

Mr. Handler looked to his wife.
"Well, our girl was the most painted, I suppose she started to come out of her shell finally."
Mrs. Handler replied.
"I am not surprised so many would be won over by her—she is our special girl after all. But surprisingly, she let so many see her. Sadly, we haven't had much of a chance to talk with her given everything that has been happening."
 
Cinnamon began pacing as Clair asked, "I don't know what to pick, really. We both love and care for our horses... I mean, she has to more so than me, being in the King's minutemen unit."

Ruby hooked herself to Clair as she watched Cinnamon pace in the ballroom. Trying to help, she asked, "Does Duchess Grovershire have, like, all new straps and reins and stuff?" It's called tack, Ruby, you know this...

Cinnamon stopped just as Gregor announced to make their way to the dining hall. "I mean, she's a Duchess, of course she would. I just want something special, meaningful, yet needed."

Ruby smirked, then whispered over to Clair. "Classic. She wants something functional yet fashionable. Something Duchess Calla could wear for a fashion statement, yet be something she could use to either take care of her horse or men under her command." Out loud, she asked to be escorted to dinner.

Kenna, who was seated next to the Handlers, nodded. "Maybe I can arrange that time for you after dinner. I haven't had any real time yet to spend with my daughter. If I can pull mine away from yours for an hour, would that give you sufficient time?"

Gregor cleared his throat as everyone was getting seated. "Beatrice Beaumont left court for home just before we got back here, however, she did leave a portrait to be judged, that she must have painted during some downtime in Innisbrook, Scotland or Berkshire, England. Many of you already chose our inventor as her subject, which made her the most popular here." He then presented a portrait of Clair, done by Beaumont, who everyone knew was probably the biggest stuck-up in court.

The portrait had Clair at a workbench, surrounded by tools and inventions, including the microscope and stethoscope invented for the medical field. The artistry was brilliant with colours, contours, composition and general knowledge of space. An incredible work of art. Although Clair looked like she could step out of the painting, most of her background seemed stiff in comparison.

After presenting the portrait to the Handlers as the gift it was meant to be in a few days (after the parade, but before the gown designing), Gregor continued. "All your works had that to live up to, which wouldn't have been an easy task, but you all excelled at it. That portrait was worth 400 points, which means each and every one of you did better than that, which is art museum worthy itself. Congratulations."

"Wow, that portrait was the standard we all were up against... And beat it?" Cassandra asked her part of the table which included Ethel, Diana, Olivia and Sapphire.

Olivia just let out a scoff and eye roll.

Sapphire also looked at the portrait now in the Handlers possession, and looked at Diana, who, although not announced as so yet, was the clear winner. "I could see how your work might have, when they all were displayed for us to admire, except Beaumont's, but the REST of us? Hooooooww?? Didja see the details?!"
 
Clair listened trying to rack her brain thinking of what be of use, mostly staying quiet as she pondered.
"Hmm, well is their any tools she uses frequently? Or any specific tasks that might be sided by a tool? Perhaps we can find a way to incorporate something like that into clothing pieces. I would need assistance with the fashion thing though, not exactly my field." She admitted.

Mrs Handler nodded.
"That should do, unless if course someone else manages to scoop her up before we can, she seems to be a hot commodity here" she half joked.

Ethel was impressed, a hand that skilled with a brush wasn't common, at least it never used to be. Could be that as life in general gree easier these girls had more time to focus on their art skills.
"This may be the most this level of skilled artists especially considering they are all female have been in the same place at the same time."

Clair looked confused.
"I really don't think mine was better then that, I wonder if they are just trying to make us feel better after all the dramatic things that happened?" She whispered.
 
Aurora made a face before shaking her head. "With your own detail, I could see how you beat Beaumont's. Isn't Ruby standing in the middle of an apple orchard in yours? That alone could have been worth 25-50 points. Still life is supposed to be stiff looking, I mean, it's still. Life. And backgrounds are just as important as the subject."

Olivia frowned. "Clair, if Ruby had been still life, you probably would have won, hands down. The attention to detail, and the realistic dimensions were definitely the key to wherever you placed in this. I'm sorry I chose the good doctor, now, but I hate to say, she earned my respect. I don't give that out lightly as you well know... Tiger.¹"

Dinner was being served with a cucumber, tomato and olive salad soaking in a vinegar and oil mix with other Grecian herbs and spices, first, as the appetizer.

"Oh, that looks positively scrumptious! Is this a Greek salad of some kind?" Ariel Mendez asked.

Aurora, Millicent, Princess Sapphire and Queen Kenna all gave the Iberian a nod.

Meanwhile, King Gregor was giving both Olivia and Crimson Avenger a look as if contemplating something regarding those two. As the King's advisor, would Ethel ask if she had to do anything for him, regarding his own daughter, and 'The Scarlet Duchess'?


1-This goes all the way back to near the beginning of the RP, when Olivia met the Handlers with both Callas and Diana
 
"Well umm, I just like the thought of it similar to how I make plans for new devices, the measurements need to be right and all that so when I build them they are proper. And no please I am glad you picked the Doctor, I umm, admittedly I am embarrassed I had the most paintings" She admitted face red as she looked down.

"I am impressed at everyone's paintings, I didn't think man's world taught women to paint, that is what I had been told anyway, where did you all learn? I was taught as I grew up" Diana spoke up, asking, curious where the non amazons learned to paint.

"Oh, well, like I said mine was like my sketches for my inventions, I kinda just kept drawing for inventions and learned I had to be accurate or the inventions were harder to build since I would need to figure out the sizes, so I guess I am self-taught?" Clair responded.
 
Cassandra stayed quiet, as this was a question for everyone else, but she raised an eyebrow at the responses considering she too, was told women weren't taught art, and especially painting, in man's world.

Olivia scoffed and snarked at Diana, being Lythikan she could get away with it, although Kenna raised a royal eyebrow and stare her way, for her response. "Well, where else would we learn? We all aren't self-taught like Tiger. I learned here in England, actually. Lythikos may have art, but we don't have artists. They're as rare as physicians, and about as appreciated."

Amanda nodded, "I expect that for most here that they learned in Dunwyn, or specifically England. England for me as well."

Aurora was next to speak. "Probably like Ruby, I was taught right there in Cordonia. We have several great masters with paintings and portraits displayed. There's even some budding artists among our own countrymen and women who have picked up brush and pallette. One just needs to see Ruby's handiwork."

Ruby blushed, "Yeah, seeing the masters works did, but I actually had an art tutor. Umm, correction, still have, although I think I've proven myself by now."

Millicent shrugged. She only said one word which caused even Cassandra, with eyebrow raised, to nod in agreement. "Italy."

Ariel was next. "Many artworks hang in Iberia as well, all local as in country. That's where I learned."

Clara Princeton gave the most surprising answer. "As ye know, I dinnae stah around Princeton Manor mooch, obvious reasons. I travelled all Europe and took inspiration from all."

Avenger shrugged, but didn't really answer, except to say, upon Clara's admission. "Me, too" Everyone here already knew as Avenger, Princess Calla had visited most of Western Europe during her self-exile.

After learning Grovershire and Cinnamon Baker also were taught in country, meaning England, it was Sapphire's turn. "I only found out during my time here, amongst Amazon sisters, that I'm even Amazon myself, through my great grandmother, Cassiopeia. I learned in Jewel Kingdom, so you could say, Greece. It is a kingdom of Greece, after all."

Gregor cleared his throat as he stood. "And that brings this dinner to a close. It's wonderful hearing where you learned to paint your artwork, and in some cases your style shows the country you learned in. I will end with giving the ratings, I will state the top ten are one good game from the top, as our leader only has a fifty point lead after the portraits, which Diana was the clear winner."

He then gave the following:

Clair Handler 4175
Diana of Amazona 4125
Amanda Butcher 4055
Aurora Service 4010
Millicent Umberto 3975
Ariel Mendez 3945
Cinnamon Baker 3865
Clara Princeton
Ruby Rose Rhys 3800
Crimson Avenger 3725
Cassandra of Amazona 3690
Calla Lily Grovershire 3485
Olivia Nevrakis 3425
Ethel 3250

"If you didn't hear your name, you're mathematically out of the chance to win. I'm sorry, Sapphire, you started very late in, but you're more than welcome to compete until the end. We will have the parade through Dunwyn in two days, and I expect those of you from Dunwyn, down in the lower standings," A glare at his daughter, who definitely quaked in her musketeer boots, "To step it up."

Calla shrunk in her seat as she whispered to Diana, "I've been unmasked. All Dunwyn knows the Crimson Avenger is their princess! How am I going to show poise and proper attitude now?" She knew she could handle talking to the villagers and being sociable and polite, she'd been doing that for years!
 
Clair listened and was impressed by everyone's art roots, as did Diana.
"I do suppose the women here are more privileged then the average women, and that is probably whom I was taught about"

Clair hear about the next task and gave a nervous chuckle.
"Heh, I suppose it was nice being in the lead for a little at least" she knew she would likely not do well at all in the next task, not being very sociable or at least confident when being sociable, especially with strangers.

Diana chuckled.
"You will do fine, you just need to decide, are the people meeting Calls, or Avenger? They may know both are the same, but from what I hear, they love both" she whispered back.
 
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