Jezin turned on his heel in an instant at the sound of a blade being pulled. It seemed his little taunt had caused more backlash than he'd planned. Still, he wouldn't be intimidated. He faced Sir Redwyne, immediately noticing the partially drawn blade. He sidestepped in front of Sophia and raised his hands, showing he had no intention of violence. His eyes met the knight's, and a faint smile crossed his lips. The court training and his own pride were wrestling within him. "Oh, Sir Redwyne. I apologize, I just had to make sure the king's gift had made it here in one piece." The same slightly sarcastic smile remained on his lips. He didn't like the idea of leaving Sophia, but he'd be damned if the princess had to spend the rest of the night being interrogated along with him. "The woman behind me is Sophia Octavia, Princess of Lyok and daughter of Empress Angelica Octavia, I kindly ask that you would not deprive her of her bodyguard."

Sophia's eyes widened as Redwyne reached for his sword. She hadn't realized what Jezin was doing until it was too late. Curse his pride. For the second time that day she wished Jezin could just let things go smoothly. Jezin stepped between her and the knight, so she couldn't see Redwyne's face. Her hand shook slightly at her side. She hoped desperately that Jezin could talk his way out of his blunder. She looked over to Thomas and Gareth, who seemed to be getting as far away from Jezin's escapades as possible. Her eyes seemed to plead for help, though she knew there was nothing either of the men could likely do in the situation.