Angelique had been on the ship for two weeks already and on the deck, she was more that prepared to exit the foul ship. Personally, she hated taking ships to anywhere, but what else could she do? Adesia was on a bloody island, so it was her only choice. However, now, standing on the deck, she did have to admit that the cool breeze did feel good on her pale and lovely skin.. Thinking back to the reason that she was here, she grimaced. Her father was just playing her as a pawn once more, only looking to advance his position.. Well, Angelique had some plans of her own, none which included following her father’s instructions.

She still hated the fact that he had uprooted her from everything that she had known, just to send her over to Adesia. He didn’t even want to come over himself, loving his country too much. But did he give a bloody damn about his daughter? Of course not, he was more that willing to ship her off to Adesia if it could help out his present situation. Having been exiled to the countryside, he had trained his daughter from birth to be well aware of all the rules and courtesys in court, and then sent her off to the french court just to test her skills. Once she had proved that she had learned everything, he had then sent her off to Adesia.

What would have happened if she had not been so well behaved? Would she still be stuck at the soliel court, with letters arriving from her father every day? That was the most likely scenario. However, here, she was free to do as she pleased, which was the one and only bonus for coming here. Looking around the ship, she watched as the ropes were thrown down to the hands waiting on shore. Finally, they were here, she thought with a smile. For this occasion, she had dressed in beautfully cut dress in pink and white, a color that went perfectly with her golden blond hair perfectly.

The pink bodice was laced up tightly over her full skirt, cut so that it had a small train at the back. Her white sleeves were so long that they became part of the train when her arms were down, and her white skirt was decorated with pink here and there. And of course, her golden blond hair was pushed back with a soleil hood, worn far back on her head to show off the color of her hair. So far, she had managed to keep the white clean, and she was planning on keeping it that way.

Seeing that the plank had been lowered, she made her way over to there, and stepped off the ship. Glad that she was on land at last, she stepped away from the ship and turned around, waiting for her luggage to be brought down from the ship. God knew where it was, but she hoped that they would know to hurry with her packages, after all, she really didn’t want to stand around here longer tha n she had to.

(OOC. If there's any problem with my post, don't hesitate to PM me, I wrote this up late at night and I'm a bit tired)

Conrad wasn’t a man of the sea, but he always felt a kind of awe when he saw it. Those steel grey waves that looked like the hook of a huge pike, the white frothing foam that reminded him of the thick white clouds that billowed on the battlefield. It had a wildness, an untamed strength that could only be compared to the clash of regiments against each other, infinitely repeated as the waves crashed into the rocks, slowly grinding them to sand. It was inspiring in some ways and frightening in so many more. Especially if you were wearing armour that would pull you down faster than he could finish of a pint of beer or a piece of pie warm from the oven.

He pulled his cloak closer against him, his armour felt cold on his skin, it’d still take a long while before he would feel warm wearing it. The steel held the cold and his undercoat wasn’t holding his own body warmth well enough to give him even the slightest feeling of comfort yet. Normally, he’d been wearing a brigandine, which would’ve been a lot warmer and more comfortable, but he had been requested to make it look more grand and heavy armour was the way to go then. He shivered again and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, the wind biting once more. He could’ve still been in bed at this time of day, but he had received word that some noble from Soleil was coming over. He had figured it was best not to step on any toes and make her welcome a little more fitting of her station, whether true or perceived, but mostly he did it because he wanted to have a look at the person he’d be protecting along with the rest of the nobility that called the mansion. He sighed, his bloody foolishness, trying to make somebody feel welcomed. Sure, the chamberlain had very much requested that Conrad do it, even going so far as to halfway bribe him with the promise of a few bottles of wine when he wanted to call in the debt, but still, this was stupid…It was cold and uncomfortable and wearing that huge Beidehänder was heavy…He sighed…those bottles better be good, he thought as he shifted the sword on his back more to the side and put his beret-like hat straight, making sure the feather wasn’t crooked and waited as the ship pulled in. The carriage was waiting at the end of the docks. A wave crashed a little higher than expected as the ship pulled to the dock and a few drops landed the front of his armour. He sighed, goddamn the sea and its salt, he’d have a lot of cleaning to keep that from rusting…He straightened when the plank was let down from the ship and a stunning young woman descended from it. Had she not stepped from the ship, he would’ve taken her for a nymph, created there and then from the foam that had landed on the stones of the docks. This job suddenly felt a lot less stupid, he calmly walked over to her, his boots making soft clicks on the stones of the harbour.

”Milady Paquet?”

He waited for long enough to be certain she had heard him, then made a fluent bow, taking off his hat in the same move, his voice that calm guardsman tone that he had gained over the years.

”Conrad Schneider, Captain of the guard, at your service. I am to escort you to the mansion.”

He got up again and waited calmly for her to react…she might be pretty, but he wondered what she was like as a person, not as a jewel…