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Lachlan turned his head ever so slightly when Lord Ranold spoke to him. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before he entirely looked at the man, [color=silver][b]"Bastard don't get to not be on their toes. Favoured or not. I will ensure that we are not caught of guard."[/b][/color]

He returned his attention to those left standing before them and watched as a man began to give them all orders. He watched as how simple it was for the other man to call him a bastard. He had made no reaction to the name calling though. It was, after all, very common for people to call him as such. However, the thing that did get to him was the blatant disrespect him showed all of them. When the Princess stepped into correct the man, Lachlan bowed before straightening once more. As she addressed the name that the man used, he shook his head, [color=silver][b]"I care little about being called such. However, the disrespect to those whom are titled should not stand,"[/b][/color] He gestured to Juliet, [color=silver][b]"Lady Solana is a lady and should be addressed as such until she tells you otherwise,"[/b][/color] He glanced at Lord Ranold and nodded his head, [color=silver][b]"As for the Lord, he can speak for himself about how his wishes to be spoke to."[/b][/color]

As a man walked in with his own bags, he held up his hand to stop him before removing them. He looked to the Princess and bowed once more, [color=silver][b]"My apologizes, your highness, but I believe that I should use this time that the Queen is preoccupied to unpack my things before she will need me once more."[/b][/color]

With a final bow, he followed the man who had once been carrying his things to the guard's quarters. He was nearly to his rooms when he was stopped by someone saying his name. He handed his bag of once more to the man as he noticed that it was the Prince behind him, [color=silver][b]"Would you mind?"[/b][/color]

The servant shook their head and quickly took his bag before rushing off to Lachlan's room. He turned to face the Prince entirely, giving him a small bow, [color=silver][b]"Prince Cealing, what brings you?"[/b][/color]

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Juliet was wringing her hands in front of her as the entire display happened. First from seemingly being reprimanded by the man quickly followed by Lord Ranold's outburst and then Sir Lachlan's in her defense. It seemed as though Lachlan left a moment to soon as the Crown Prince suddenly held his sword's blade to the man's throat. A small yelp escaped from her as the quick movement. She quickly covered her mouth as she watched in fear as the Prince threatened the man. The small thought of this being the man that Emilia was to marry struck another cord in Juliet... What if he was unkind to the Queen? Was it just the men that he placed at the end of his blade? She supposed she would find out because she had no intentions of leaving her Queen alone here...

She took a small step toward Lord Ranold, preferring the safety that the man with the sword presented if anything were to happen. She may be capable of defending herself but she could not protect herself against a Prince with a sword. She placed her hands against her stomach and looked to the Princess, she took a deep breath trying to seem unfazed by the goings on of the Prince to answer the Princess. However, the tremble was clear both with her hands and in her voice, [color=indianred][b]"I should unpack Queen Emilia's things..."[/b][/color]