Amara watched her father exit the room, her jaw clenched in frustration. She then turned her icy gaze onto the man who was to be her new bodyguard. He appeared just as the last one had. These Death Knights were all the same faceless idiots to Amara. They were only capable of following orders and standing silently, as if they were nothing more than brainless undead. She did not share her father’s great trust in them. If he feared so much for her safety, why was said safety constantly being put into the hands of these strangers?

Amara looked the warrior up and down, green eyes regarding him with disdain. She stood there silently for a moment, before the cool tones of her voice sounded through the quiet hall. “Remove your helmet and give me your name,” she ordered the Death Knight. Though the thought of having this warrior follow her around day and night filled Amara with nothing but contempt, she would at least learn who he was. It would be careless of her not to find out this information, even if it did mean that she had to acknowledge the bodyguard.