The Ladies of Camelot
A Spanish lady, somewhat vague about her origins, loves to sweep into the hall with a flourish of her black silk cape and her black hat with its red ostrich plume. She idly fans her face with it as she runs the fingers of her other hand through long and thick ebony hair. Her keen dark eyes assess her surroundings even as a slow lopsided smile melts over lips and her eyes begin to twinkle, anticipating the next adventure, or perhaps...conquest?
So long and thanks for all the ... mead?
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Rex Quondam, Rexque Futurus