Guinevere couldn't grasp how a man could move her so easily. Her brothers wandered her about men like this for reasons they would never explain to her. Only good thing that came to wandering into this King's castle was that she wouldn't have to deal with her mother. Loved her dealer, hated the lectures. Needed to sit a certain way, walk, stand, speak. It was so dull, but she got to learn healing out of it. Really hoped none of her brothers she was traveling with got hurt.

Her thoughts consumed her attention which only meant she was more comfortable. It only lasted a few seconds till Thaddeus' fang shown and he gotten so close to her, after admitting that he liked what he saw. Guinevere could feel her breath catch in her throat as her heart beat flutter, skipping a few beats. A nice rosy tint glistened on her cheeks. Yet not once did she lose eye contact with his icy cool eyes. And his velvet smooth voice slowly put her at ease, bring her back to her senses.

With a coy smirk of her own, she gently placed her pale hand along Thaddeus' elegant jawline, her palm resting upon his cheek. "I would say no, but then I would be lying and that just isn't ladylike." she said with a laugh. His skin was as cool as his eyes, it easy sent shivers through her body. However for some reason the cold sensation of his skin felt quite nice, almost too nice. The King seemed almost too perfect, she wanted to find his flaws. A weakness, a crack in his armor. So Guinevere having the strong pride of hers wasn't going to let this man swoon her, at least not easily. She would put up a fight till the end. Like the warriors blood that flowed through her veins.