[center] Rika had hardly finished her statement, subconsciously twirling her lance at her side when she had heard two voices. Caught up in the moment, it took her a moment to turn and see the princess and head chef. Immediately, Rika felt her spine straighten as her metal gauntlet clanked against her chest plate and she bowed in all respect. 

[b]"Milady,"[/b] she turned to see the cook, [b]"Lady Elise."[/b] She blushed in embarrassment in such an honor of seeing the princess in such . . Such a state! Nearly after the death of an innocent peasant woman. She was about to explain when both had rushed off in a bolt of speed. [b]"Well . . That was odd."[/b][/center]