[center][h1][color=686F91]Harry Walsh[/color][/h1]
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Taking her hand, Harry followed along behind her, back into the hallways and toward the rooms where they had stayed the night before. He halted momentarily as they reached her room, proper etiquette pushing him to question if she was sure, but he stopped himself from asking. He knew that Aziza didn't seem to care, and thinking about it, he had no real reason to either - perhaps all the etiquette of the Lord-Major and the ladies and lords he'd been around was rubbing off on him. Moving into her room, he took a seat beside her, keeping his eyes on her as she began to speak.

He was somewhat taken aback by her story, Harry had not expected so much from her, nor had he expected a story such as that. In a way, he was pleased that she trusted him enough to share it all with him, it was refreshing in a way to understand just how highly she now seemed to regard him. When she did finish her story, he was silent for a few moments, unsure how to react initially as he cleared his throat, realizing soon enough that the silence had perhaps gone a little too long to not be awkward. Reaching forward when he gathered his thoughts finally, Harry gently set his hand atop hers, lacing his fingers with her as he gave it a gentle and reassuring squeeze, eyes locked on hers as he spoke in a low voice.

[b][color=686F91]"Whatever he might try, or whatever he might do - I want you to know that I am going to protect you. Your husband is never going to lay a finger on you, and no one else is going to harm you as long as I can do something about it - I swear."[/color][/b] There was an immense meaning behind his words. He considered that he did not really know why he was so intent on making such an oath, he still did not know Aziza too well, but he knew she had become his closest friend in even such a short time, he felt warm around her, comfortable, and he would be damned if anyone took that - took [i]her[/i] - from him.

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[center][h1][color=FFE2AA]William Drake[/color][/h1]
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[hr][center][b][color=FFE2AA]Location:[/color][/b] Qasr El Nil Barracks - Gate[/center][hr]

William sighed as he waited by the gate for Lauren and Vera, arms crossed over his chest. He regularly reconsidered going back to the museum with them, and almost immediately insisted he would escort Vera again, ignoring the nagging concern that he had about letting her out of his sight. It was aggravating for him, no woman had ever had this kind of impact on William, let alone one that was so 'proper', annoying and clearly thought so much higher of herself than she did of him. Of course, she was gorgeous, her clumsiness adorable and endearing, and her intelligence far more of a draw than he had expected, but why did he really care so much?

When he did see Lauren and Vera come out toward the front gate, he appreciated that Peter was not with him. He felt strange being around Vera, his heart generally began pounding, he couldn't see straight, but when he saw her with Peter, his blood boiled. He barely new Peter, and yet, just his relation with Vera had essentially created a deep loathing for the man in William's eyes, one that he doubted would go away. He half expected Peter would challenge him to a duel for Vera's hands, the man was so proper. [i]So infuriatingly proper.[/i] Sighing, he shook the thoughts of Peter from his mind to see Vera getting closer, clearing his throat. [b][color=FFE2AA]"Alright, let's go."[/color][/b] He sighed, turning to walk along with her, not saying much else as he let the awkwardness build.