The king's private study was more than pleasant. The walls were lined with shelves, and a large, accented desk sat in the middle of the room. The king was seated behind it. He looked tired. His brown hair was greying near the roots, and his beard was dotted with white, though maintained most of its color. He had strong, proud features, and were it not for the current tension in the court, he would have been handsome.
Unfortunately, there were serious matters at hand. "Joan, you're my best soldier. Lady Marissa was my daughters best friend. If you can find the slavers that took her, you will be rewarded handsomely- as will you," he nodded to both the tall brunette in the middle of the room, and the blonde that stood a little behind her. "It would mean a great deal to my family, but the task will probably be a bit more difficult than just guarding the palace."
"Understood, your Majesty. We'll handle it." She stood at attention and then bowed to him.
"Thank you. You're dismissed."
Joan leaned over the front of her saddle and huffed. She was bored out of her mind. The road had been clear for days, but they didn't seem to be getting any closer to Lady Marissa. "Hey man. Tell me a joke." She looked over her shoulder at her companion and wrinkled her nose, grinning at him.
(Sorry it's so short. Didn't wanna be too presumptive with your character.)