Arrival of Lady Julieanna

The air was wam as it tossed about the dark tressed curls of the Lady.
Her painted draft gelding kept his smooth four-beat pace as Julieanna was seated carefully in his gaite. He tossed his head about eager to pick up the pace, but Julieana managed to hold him steady as they neared the gates of Castle Bristol.

Meek hands clutched firmly to the leather reins as she drew them in slowly to bring up her steed to a steady hault before the guards. Her dismount was clean and very careful as she stroked the large crest of her gelding before turning to adressed the guards.
They were dressed in the common uniform of armor and the crest of the Castle carefully drapped over the silver that shone so brilliantly in the early morning sun. Each clung to a spear, double bladed sword attached at their sides.
She moved very smoothly toward them, seemingly each step had been planned out before stopping before them. Frail hands smoothed out the ruffles in her dress as she lowered her upper body just slightly to preform the proper greeting, but she refused to bow, for it was not of her stature for a Lady to lower her eyes to a simple guard, despite their gender.

"I am Lady Julieanna of Dover." Her voice was very calm and soft, for it was costom for a Lady to never speak above a whisper unless the need greatly called for it.
It must have appeared very strange to the guards to see a Lady who was obviously use to the finer things, daring to travel alone, and under the normal circumstances she would travel with a proper enterague, but these were drastic times, and she needed help...