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[h2][b][color=#D2042D]Vivienne van Oranje-Nassau[/color][/b][/h2]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] The van Oranje-Nassau spring vacation estate
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[b][color=#D2042D]"How fitting of a familial black sheep to conjure up a common tabby."[/color][/b] She crossed her arms in a huff, clearly angered by what the grail had dragged in. While she had deduced that he was indeed a heroic spirit, and a powerful one at that, her pride had wished for something greater. An Arthurian knight, a great ruler, not this... this nine-lived vagabond. The entire idea ruffled her feathers and birthed an interesting thought. Had her family intentionally sabotaged her? After all, they had given her the relic. Perhaps they knew this would anger her but that idea spun her in the opposite direction. They wanted her dead, surely! Certainly! Or had the Princess of Orange gone mad... she decided quickly that she would turn the situation in her favor, as she always had before. Short straw after short straw, stray cat after stray cat.

[b][color=#D2042D]"They are extensions of me with just as much power over you as I. Command seal or not. Please tell me I'm not expected to play the lowly ailurophile reading from a children's book that starts with once upon a time, that this is some cruel twist of fate and my real servant is lying in wait behind a curtain somewhere... then again, perhaps a feline is what they will least expect, a pity you're Assassin."[/color][/b] It was notoriously labeled the weakest of the classes and Vivi was not the type of princess who could keep opinions to herself, not outside the comfortable restraints of court. 

The maids had stopped too ooh and awe, but only briefly before a snap of Vivi's fingers returned them to their duties. That was the downside of giving creations a personality, free will and all. Even if it was limited. His very last question had intrigued her, and she found herself circling back. [b][color=#D2042D]"That depends, how can you help me? Do you have nine lives, and are you willing to take away ninety-eight?"[/color][/b] The idea alone made her smile.

Yes.

Her family's cruelty would be returned to them. This joke they attempted to play on her, to make a mockery of her, she would have the last laugh, as they wouldn't be around to get it. [b][color=#D2042D]"Vivienne van Oranje-Nassau, but you can may call me your highness."[/color][/b] She extended an arm outward, expecting him to kiss her hand much like the people of her homeland would. Unfortunately, it looked more like a spinster summoning her favorite feline with catnip at the ready.