"You know I don't need weapons to be deadly, so it's not that great a loss." Aleksandra straightened her clothes and brushed her hair from her eyes, following the prince with barely a glance at the amazed onlookers. Okay, that wasn't entirely true. She was looking quite a bit. She smirked at a hungry-eyed guard and winked at him, causing him to blush. The servants were not as charmed by her. Most cowered away, conditioned by a lifetime of similarly dressed guards and soldiers beating them around for looking at them the wrong way. She'd fix that eventually.

She realized that she was thinking in permanence. She'd fix the way the servants reacted to her, and to Aulfr. She'd decided to make Aulfr's castle a base while in Noxus, maybe even in the years to come if he would have her. Aulfr could be a good friend, she knew. And a good employer. She'd always enjoyed Noxus, it's culture and landscape. The people were less tolerant of women doing things traditionally meant for men, but she knew how to talk her way around just about anything. Besides, she kind of enjoyed Aulfr's company. He was a warrior, and he didn't expect her to be more than what she was.

She had already loosened her mask from her belt by the time she stepped into Aulfr's room. She tossed it on the bed and unclasped her cloak, tossing it to the side as the prince locked the door and unsheathed his sword, quick as a viper. The metal of her daggers sang just as merrily as they were freed from their places at her hips. She crouched and gave a feral grin, more a bearing of the teeth than a smile, and beckoned him closer.

It was the hardest battle she'd ever fought.