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Leofrics entrance into the chambers was followed by a curt nod to Roslin, a young lady whom by this point he was quite familiar with. Being the Princess' handmaiden for five years, the Knight from Tarth knew her even before he was appointed as a Sworn-Shield, and he even helped the daughter of Lord Hersy from an awkward situation with a young(and quite drunk) noble during the nameday celebrations of Prince Aenar.

[color=silver]"I hope you had a restful night your Highness."[/color] Leofric said after a courteous bow, his hand resting upon the pommel of his sword while watching Lady Myatt putting the finishing touches upon Myriahs tiara. With only few months under the service of the royal family, Freida was still within the zone of suspicion for the Knight, who was watching carefully for any foolish attempt. After all, a poisonous needle could be most efficient and truly unexpected.

[color=silver]"You already know that your Martell cousins arrived in the Capital three days ago. As of the rest of the wards, the Goldcloaks reported of their arrival this morning and most of them are already waiting in the common room as we speak. The Greyjoys and the Arryns of the Vale are still nowhere to be seen..."[/color]

[color=silver]"But I have to compliment the Queens eye for fashion. You look astoundingly gorgeous your Highness."[/color] Leofric added. As a Whitecloak, the pinnacle of Chivalry, it would be unacceptable to keep a courtesy from a Fair Maiden, especially if she was a Princess of the blood.