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[I] “[b]S[/b]he's a rarity I must agree, though I can't shake the feeling that I've seen her somewhere. Is she famous?”[/i]
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	[b]W[/b]arren's word echoed once more in his ear, a whispered order that he didn't exactly wish to follow. Sleep still weighed on him, so the duty of providing extra protection to the whole family seemed like an impossible task. He stood next to a table, partially lifted by the wild yet alluring dance of the exotic beauty on stage. The way she shook her hips put a spark in his groins that lifted his dark eyes. Brewed some awareness to his situation. 

	[b]T[/b]he quick tempo of the fiddler convinced him to clap along with the elated crowd, though his brows and eyes were staid with a natural sedative. 

	“[b]T[/b]he show is quite good, is it not?” Saewine turned to a short noble woman, her blonde hair pulled up around her full face. Her hazel eyes staring cheerfully at him. 

	[color=lightblue] “[b]I[/b]ndeed,”[/color] he answered politely, his instinctive etiquette appearing. [color=lightblue] “[b]S[/b]he's a rarity I must agree, though I can't shake the feeling that I've seen her somewhere. Is she famous?”[/color]

	The woman continued to clap along. “[b]I[/b] don't believe so.” Before long the two of them fell into the numb gray and the performance became a background distraction. “[b]Y[/b]ou should not speak such praise of a commoner. She was probably raised up in a brothel or some similar thrash can. How else would she be so good at shaking those fat hips of her's.” The woman giggled lightly. 

	[b]A[/b]nd Saewine suddenly found her to be the ugliest of company. Had she not just given the woman a compliment just a few minutes ago? His forced enrollment with the Black Shields had fogged the black truth of being a noble. Everyone wore very hypocritical and demonesque masks. With a fake chuckle Saewine stared at her deadpan, her lack of humanity returning his sleep to him. 

	[color=lightblue] “[b]E[/b]xcuse me but I'm actually on duty now. I must take my leave.”[/color] he said with a bow. 

	“[b]D[/b]-duty?” She glanced him up and down with her eyes alone. “[b]Y[/b]ou have the face of a noble but you're dressed like a common thug. I mistook you. My father would kill me if he knew I talked to such thrash.”

	[b]S[/b]aewine held back a snarl before making a quick and stiff leave. While he patrolled the vicinity of the King's court, two different family's noticed him and spoke gentile to him. One was particularly stuck on the death of his brother and the other was sure that he could make the Bloodworth family even more prestigious through the Black Shields. He wanted to scream that he was not the fighter his brother was, that Heron's death was still heavily on his mind. But instead he smiled and nodded until they left him.

	[b]S[/b]liding into a empty chair once more, Saewine laid his chin into his folded arms and looked on at the festivities. He stared dully at the King and his family. They all seemed so laid back and yet very hard to approach. It was like a physical blockade was keeping the normal masses at bay. [color=lightblue][i][b]W[/b]hy are we really here? Are we the royal guard now? Or is this some publicity stunt?[/i][/color]

	[b]H[/b]e turned to close his eyes and shade his face beneath his arms but was met with a brown-haired woman instead seated beside him. Her light grey eyes seemed to storm a inner-strength that he avoided and her exquisite dressed drew his attention to her frame and legs. A dry laugh left him as felt the sour words of the noble woman from before. While he thought, he stared at her unbidden. 

	[color=lightblue][i][b]A[/b]nother noble? If she shoos me away like common garbage I'll bring all the pull of the Bloodworth family onto her own.[/i][/color] He sighed openly. [color=lightblue][i][b]E[/b]ven still ... I suppose I should maintain face. My [/i]father[i] would not hear of any nonsense from me.[/i][/color]

	[b]S[/b]ounding as tired as he looked, Saewine spoke from behind the elbow of his arms. [color=lightblue] "[b]Y[/b]ou don't mind me laying my head hear for a bit do you? You see, the music is a bit deafening and a headache has sprung up suddenly--May I say before you answer that you look amazing in that gown,"[/color] he sprinkled on top.