Amara’s lips curved up in a small smirk. It seemed that perhaps this bodyguard might prove more interesting than most. He was apparently not a fool, which could prove either to be good or bad. What was interesting was his words. Her past bodyguards had remained silent or tried to please her. This one was rather obvious in his dislike for her. It was slightly amusing.

“I must say, I was beginning to think that all of you Death Knights were the same. I certainly have never had any of my bodyguards offer to kill me themselves. But you see,” she continued, her voice filled with mock sincerity, “It is rather inconvenient. After all, why would I want a stranger following me around so closely when you could so easily do any of the things you have mentioned.”

The roads became less crowded as they neared the palace. As she walked, Amara noted with interest that it seemed the bodyguard of all things had begun to lift her boredom. How very strange.