[i][b]"Now, now. It is unbecoming of a member of the Kingsguard to shirk his duty on a whim,"[/b][/i]

Hearing these words made Cleo flinch. Of course he had to get caught. By Rouen no less. Cleo sighed and turned to him, crossing his arms."Oh come on, I was just taking a wee break, ya old Boggart. No harm in that now is there? Besides, there should be plenty of Kingsguard and Regular knights there for me to take a break." He said, frowning.


[i][b]"Cleo Vauch, know that being a Kingsguard Knight means that you are expected to behave as your title states. However, if you continue to behave like a street urchin then know that you will continue to be treated like one. Do you understand boy?"[/b][/i]

"I do behave as my title states, but I'm just a 'wee boy'" He said sarcastically. Being the newest, and if not mistaken, youngest Kingsguard, 'Wee boy' or "Small lad" had become a regular nickname for him from the Knights who were older and supposedly more skilled than Cleo was.
"There's no trouble at the party and I'm thirsty and a bit peckish. There is absolutely NO harm in leaving for a few quick minutes or an hour or so to fill the hunger in my belly, yeah?" He said, giving a sarcastic smile."And since I am NOT a street Urchin, I will not be tolerated being called as such." He retorted, frowning once again.
Out of the corner of his eye, Cleo saw that boy from earlier. The one who said he was the head chef or something. He shot a quick glare at him, to busy to actually make a comment to him.