"Hiding behind a woman to escape the consequences of your own actions is unbecoming of a bodyguard, sir. There's 20 Order of the Thistle knights here to guard the guests, and you can be rest assured that Princess Octavia will be treated with the respect due to guests who attend by the rules." Redwyne spoke, his voice gruff and stern, as his hand still held tight on his sword, "King Bard II is a man with no direct heir, and no wife. His life is ten times more precious than any man here, today. I assume, as a bodyguard of such esteem, you'd understand why I must insist you come with me." Redwyne added, as he stared at Jezin, unphased by the bodyguard's attempt to diffuse the situation. Drawing a sword at such a place was uncalled for, especially when the one drawing said sword was a foreigner, something that placed Redwyne on more of a alert. While he was almost sure the man had no ulterior motives, rules must be adhered to. A couple other knights, donned in the pure white armor of the Order of the Thistle took up position behind Redwyne, although they made no move whatsoever towards their swords.

Thomas watched as Gareth broke off away from him, taking care of his own business. Thomas preferred to stay where he was, and watch the events unfold. It was unlikely Redwyne was going to back down from such an affront, no matter how harmless it was. Thomas glanced over at Gareth, a worried look on his face as he watched the young man. It looked as if he was attempting to eavesdrop on the conversation, and was doing a good job of it, judging by his current position. Despite circumstances, Thomas stood firm, making eye contact with Sophia. It was obvious Thomas wanted to help, but he had no power in this situation.