"Elizabeth. The kindness on your part is appreciated, though - can't say that many have called me "lady"." [i]Elizabeth would bow her head towards the gladiator, as the rugged hands of the warrior were clasped by a singular, smooth hand, as soft as silk. Yet the hand was freezing, as if the fingers were hardened icicles, her grip the cold wrath of winter coming.[/i] [i]Though Elizabeth's friendly demeanor contrasted with such coldness.[/i] "No one should fight over such things. Though wars start for less, to be terribly honest."