[b][color=00aeef]Sir Hector[/color][/b]

A firm hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword as he stood by the Prince and Princess, glaring down to Blade as he approached. He stopped himself from intervening however as the boy spoke, instead looking over his shoulder to the burning Kingdom. Tilting his head sideways a little, his other hand rubbed the back of his neck, a minor burn from the heat as they escaped. He exhaled, seemingly defeated, returning his attention to Blade and the Royals. He stood attentively, awaiting some kind of order from them.
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