Sult looked at Garret, her arms hugging the sculpture of meat that was his arm even tighter, as she nodded sagely. "...okay..." She said sheepisly. Perhaps too sheepishly for Sult, as she took the knife, and folding up her skirt, undid her grip and began pacing towards Fanilly, eyes peeled at whatever seemed out of place. Mannerisms, sights, and hidden hands. It took little time to reach her fable captain, as she gripped her dagger tightly. "Captain, it's good to see you safe. As...well as you, your highness." Sult added, making a deferent nod to the princess.

She hoped that the [i]event[/i] had not soured the princess humour. Sult gulped. She had never hoped to see her again, but now her duty towards her captain...could make her past caught up.

Meanwhile, another figure had crept up in the back of the knight assembly, his black armor oddly making no noise as his silent, deathly cold gauntlet touched Julianna's shoulder ever so slightly, the faint smell of iron and chilly nature of the armor giving a sharp sensation on the Silvern Dame.

"Sad, isn't it, my fair dame? I have heard tales, of the men who wield knives at the night...that to ensure certain assasins do not talk when caught or defeated..." He paused.

"They are mutilated either in the throat or the tongue, so they might never speak again." Nero smirked. "How fortunate your fellow dame Delacroix and the deceptively exquisite Immortal caught on quickly, else it might have been quite the embarrassment..."

It was at this point that the knight leant forward, and whispered words into the Silvern heir. "Truly a pity..." He laconically said, letting the inflection convey his intention. He had seen the stare that Julianna had given to her peers.

It was very much like his own stare towards the favoritism Sult once had...
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