So far we all pretty much know each other here, huh? Makes it too easy not to say anything!

So I play the Princess- you guessed it- Qatana. I come fro a small country in the Persian mountains where my grandmother is King. Well she Is, We're J- I mean, we're very Gentle people, yeahthat's it. My country is called Zemlya Zhudovskaya, Land of the Je- the Gentle People. Da, this is right.
My Papa is Master of biggest carawan (see how quickly she slips into dialect) on all of Silk Road, but he is seeing handwriting on tent and is thinking of inwesting in Shipping, by Ship, as it seems to be much faster, and therefore entered into partnership with Englishman Keptain Frobinshire.
Papa sends me to watch cargo and make sure all fees are dispursed correctly.Why does he send me, delicate flower of girl, to guard cargo? Is sad story. None of Papa
s wives, on entire carawan route, can give Papa a Son. So he says, Ay, I have twenty seven daughters and no son to help me with my business, The next daughter to be born, she will be my son, and I will train her in business ans security, and so I am born, and I am raised to keep inwentory and protect ass. I mean assets. English is wery difficult language.
So I am here in England with one, maybe two of my sisters. English Queen calls me cousin, says I amy stay here in England but I must marry Englishman. And I am in love of poor Irish fiddle boy...is so wery sad.