Clarice had spent weeks planning the soiree, making sure every part of tonight was perfect. The harvest was bountiful in their lands, making them more gold than ever. And what other way to display it than at a party in their huge castle? There's wine and expensive food flowing from her servants as the men show off their wives and the wives show off the jewels their husband bought them.

Clarice glides around greeting the guests as they take in the grand wealth of their home. "It could rival the king's treasury!" She heard someone say, Clarice hid a smile behind her gloved hand. Clarice had fought tooth and nail to get where she was today, she could not help but feel the smallest bit proud at what she had accomplished. Her home was indeed incredible, but to say it rivalled the Kings? It was her right to gloat.

As Clarice welcomed a pair of guests from across the coast, she noticed her husband talking to someone in a secluded corner of the grand hall.

The one and only you. That whore.

Your father was a war hero, and now advisor to King Phillip. With her mother dead it's no wonder you were raised in such a way. Her dress is too tight and oh the rumours that follow that girl. She's a hedonist through and through and now she's trying to sink her claws into Clarice's husband. To bring him down to her level. Not today, not ever. She would rather hell freeze over than let a rumour spread and you and Rowan she can hear it now. Clarice's eyes twitched as the two of them whispered in each other's ear. Her stupid husband does not even see the mess this would make, to be involved with that woman their reputation would be up for question. "Excuse me for a moment, I'll go get my husband to greet you." She says to the guests the smile still on her face as she makes her way over to the giggling pair. "Darling" Clarice says to Rowan, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder "Lord Al is here with his new wife, they wish to see the host." She stares at him long and hard, this is not a request but a demand. Rowan smiles, kissing Clarice's cheek "Ah apologies dear one, I was just welcoming you in, I will go meet them at once" He does a small bow to you before walking away leaving the two women alone. When Rowan is out of ear shot Clarice turns to you, the smile still plastered on her face. "You" Clarice states, her eyes glinting with anger "how great of you to come. I assume my husband invited you to our little party?"