Fenrir just sat down, and held his head down as he silently sobbed to himself. "What is the point. I couldn't save my brethren, however in the world I am suppose to save some princess. I am useless." he muttered to himself. He expected to be hit or something, but it almost felt like not getting hit or punished just made it worst. He didn't have anything to get angry at except himself and he couldn't help but look around and see how useless, inconsequential, and powerless he was. The guests all had political power and money, probably from just being born to it. The company he was in probably had magical power and strength far beyond his own. So what was the point. He couldn't even find it in himself to even feel angry. "Maybe I should just jump at the window, clearly I don't belong her he muttered." 

Alexander froze for a moment. This was an actual crisis. His first actual crisis. He was trained to held a crisis, but he never been in a crisis. He wasn't sure what to do. He then took a moment, took a deep breath, and steeled himself. "Ok. I understand. I will block off his main escape route through the castle. If I go in, he will surely harm her or someone else. I will inform my fellow paladins to do the same for the different possible exits. While you do what you have, we will prevent him from escaping. Surely he can't the throne without quickly being overthrown so the most harm do is limited to today. Containment is key here. Me and fellow paladins use primary swords, so we can't help you get her out. I can also ask one of my paladins to make sure he doesn't escape through magic. It might not be a guaranteed solution to the possible problem, but with any luck it will slow him down." He didn't even wait for a reply before he ran off and did as he said.