Isaiah had awoken up at the crack of dawn just as he had always. He strapped on his patrol armor and took up his standard sword on his back. His signature sword the same one found alongside him was held horizontally behind his waist with the handle pointing to the left so he could draw it faster. He had been patrolling the castle the rest of the morning. Stopping only when he saw the queen standing near the castle gates, probably wanting to meet with the people as she loved to do. "If you wish to leave the castle allow me to accompany you, my queen."