[center][h2]Sir Garrett[/h2][/center]
[center][i]Themerlinhawk[/i][/center]

At the comment about Marianne not caring about what he wore he turned over his shoulder for the briefest of moments to eye the skull half mask before turning back to the gossiping maids. This was truly a new experience. At the comments about: [i]dealing with men like him[/i], the giant’s mouth quirked up at the corner. They really did have Princess Delacroix’s best interests at heart.

Sir Garrett bounced the word [i]Princess[/i] around in his head for a moment as they continued to gossip. It was interesting to think that there were other cultures whose leaders took to the field of battle much like the Clan heads did. It was an interesting discovery as “royalty” all too often had appeared soft and unfit to lead but again it was a difference in culture. Catching the general tone that the maids had taken up he refocused his gaze on the other six maids in the hallway. A pity some of them hid behind masks, then again it sort of lent to their uniformity as a sort of wall around the Lady Marianne. [i]Dame[/i] Garrett corrected himself mentally; she had earned the title and if he was going to change it apparently it needed to be Princess. 

As the senior maid quickly turned and started running away Sir Garrett called after her. “Sun set is in a few hours. Since you’ve failed to provide me with an appropriate time to call then I shall have to take it upon myself to appear at a time of my choosing. Be ready ladies. You just invited a [b]Savage[/b] to dine with the princess. The grin on his face was purposefully cheeky as he eyed the straggler maids. With a sudden jerk forward he made a sound close to the bark of a prairie wolf as he snapped his teeth together at the stragglers before he chuckled and closed the door of his room. 

Tossing the towel onto the chair next to his bed he picked up the axe from the ground next to the door and set it on the chest at the foot of his bed. Stalking over to the wardrobe he began picking through it. Regardless of home much he might approve of showing up in the cured and tailored skins that he was use to riding in at home it probably would cause a scandal and his reputation as a brute really could only take him so far. 

Collecting clothing which appeared at least reasonably suitable Sir Garrett began the process of getting dressed for the evening.

[i]What does she want to thank me for?[/i]

[@harinezumikouken]