Gwen
Dragondrevis
She flopped back on the bed, still in her attire. "I wonder...what did you think of my dress tonight, dear?" "You were dressed to kill...but, what pissed you off that much?" She giggled. A sound almost foreign to my ears, the Knight General persona of hers slipping away completely. "Oh...nothing. Someone called me...bland in my uniform the other day. A noble brat." Her lips twitch, hiding a satisfied smirk, and amusement dripping in her gentle voice. "He gagged on his drink tonight. Couldn't look me in the eye after that."