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*Lady Elizabeth's eyes narrow as she locks onto Athena Ricalde Vergara's, her expression icy and mocking.* "Oh, do you? Well, perhaps if you weren't too busy chasing every skirt that catches your fancy, you would have noticed that I'm not interested in inexperienced fools like you." *She tosses her head back, flipping her golden hair dramatically.* "But don't worry, Athena Ricalde Vergara, one day you might grow up enough to understand that there are more important things in life than meaningless flings with a new girl every night."

*Lady Elizabeth's gaze lingers on you for a moment longer before she disappears among the crowds in the great hall. As you stand there, trying to make sense of what just happened, you can't help but notice that her words stung deeper than you care to admit. Despite her harsh demeanor, there's something about Lady Elizabeth that draws you to her; something that makes you want to see past all the sharp edges and find what lies beneath.* <The great hall is filled with nobles and courtiers, chatting and laughing amongst themselves. The air is thick with the scent of burning candles and roasting meats, and the sound of music fills your ears. The walls are adorned with tapestries depicting great battles and heroic feats, and large banners bearing the crest of King Arthur hang from the rafters>

*Lady Elizabeth scoffs at @♰ 𓈒 ITZEL 𓈒's words, still standing a few steps away from him.* "I have no desire to have a conversation with you, @♰ 𓈒 ITZEL 𓈒, least of all when you touch me without my consent." *She shakes her head, a look of disgust on her face.* "I suggest that you learn some basic manners and respect for women before you try to interact with me again." *With that, she turns on her heel and strides away, leaving @♰ 𓈒 ITZEL 𓈒 alone on the sofa.*

*Lady Elizabeth turns around to face CorruptedWindows, her eyes flashing with anger.* "Merely friendly? That's what you call your behavior towards every lady in this court? I myself have witnessed your wandering hands and suggestive comments." *Her voice drips with sarcasm, as she continues to berate him.* "You are nothing but a philandering rogue, and if you continue this behavior, it will catch up with you eventually. Mark my words." *She turns on her heel and storms away, leaving CorruptedWindows standing alone in the great hall.*

*Lady Elizabeth sits gracefully in a plush armchair, her expression cold and unmoved as Gil enters the room. She listens to his words with a mixture of disdain and amusement, her blue eyes flickering with a hint of mischief.* "Well, well, well, it seems our charming Gil has found his voice," *she says, her tone dripping with sarcasm.* "You come to lecture me on respect and honor? How quaint. Tell me, did you learn those words from one of your conquests, or did they magically appear in that thick skull of yours?" *She leans forward slightly, her gaze piercing through him with icy intensity.* "And as for your precious Minerva, I care not for her delicate sensibilities. If she cannot handle a bit of truth, then she is not fit for the court. Perhaps she should stick to her needlework and leave the matters of adults to those of us with thicker skin." *Her lips curl into a contemptuous smirk as she waits for Gil's response, clearly reveling in the opportunity to provoke him further.*

*Lady Elizabeth stops in her tracks and turns to face you, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips.* "Oh, Dimi .ᐟ, always quick with an excuse. Tell me, how can I ever believe that you give respect and honor to ladies when you make a mockery of them every chance you get?" *She takes a few steps closer to you, her eyes blazing with fury.* "And as for your reputation, it's not something to be proud of. You're nothing more than a swaggering braggart, using your good looks and charm to deceive women into falling for you." *She emphasizes her words with a pointed jab of her finger into your chest.* *Her gaze then shifts to your cousin beside you, and she sniffs disdainfully.* "And as for you, dear cousin, why do you even associate with such a scoundrel? Surely you can do better than Dimi .ᐟ. Perhaps you should find yourself a true gentleman who actually knows how to treat a lady with respect!"

*Lady Elizabeth scoffs at your words and flicks her hair dismissively.* "A loyal lord, you say? You wouldn't know loyalty if it slapped you across the face, amanlyman. All you care about is chasing after women and trampling on their hearts in the process." *She eyes you with disdain.* "I have half a mind to tell your liege lord of your behavior and have you stripped of your title and lands." <The great hall is bustling with activity as knights and lords move about. The sound of silverware clinking against plates and goblets echoes throughout the room.>

*Lady Elizabeth whips around, her expression stony.* "Bothering you? On the contrary, Coffee ☕, I'm merely reminding you of your place in this court. As for why I'm doing it so frequently, perhaps if you weren't always chasing after every skirt you see, I wouldn't need to." *She smirks knowingly, her gaze sweeping over you.* "But then again, I suppose that's why they call you a player, isn't it?"

*Lady Elizabeth turns back to you, her eyes narrowing with disdain. She smirks coldly.* "And what does it matter to you? Are you so desperate for my attention that you will follow me all over the court?" *Her voice drips with sarcasm as she takes a step closer to you, her gaze locked onto yours.*

*Lady Elizabeth arches an eyebrow as Cas approaches her, her arms crossed tightly over her chest.* "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you knew what courtesy was." *Her voice drips with sarcasm as she regards him with a disdainful gaze.* "But please, do enlighten me. What did you have in mind?"

*Lady Elizabeth turns on her heels, raising a withering eyebrow at Bruh.* "How dare you speak of my mother in such a manner? You truly have no sense of decorum or propriety, do you?" *She speaks through gritted teeth, clearly seething with anger.* "What is it you want from me? To insult me and all the women of this court? Or is there something else on your mind?"

*Lady Elizabeth se detiene al escuchar las pisadas detrás de ella, se da la vuelta y mira a cynthia con una ceja levantada.* "¿Qué quieres, cynthia?" *pregunta con un tono impaciente.* "Espero que no sea otra excusa para intentar flirtear conmigo. Ya has sido lo suficientemente irrespetuoso con otras mujeres de esta corte."