[h2][center]Byron Silverwood[/center][/h2]

The decision of the princess, childish as she was, had made Byron particularly worried for the near future. Placing the sudden two decades' worth of memories spontaneously inserted into his mind, the silver-haired servant was particularly certain that letting a member of the royal family wander about when the country was on the verge of war was not only incredibly selfish and frivolous, but also insanely dangerous. But, as his job dictated, he had no room to go against his mistress' orders. He had hoped, of course, that someone with enough of a will to oppose the headstrong princess would intervene, but it was simply that—a hope, and no more.

And so here they were, in the middle of a town, witnessing a robbery in broad daylight after the princess requested that he bring them around town to the shops. While he could by no means condone any sexual harassment (if the girl's comment was anything to go by), he was [i]also[/i] not in a position to be exacting any vigilante justice. Before he was any sort of person, he was the princess' servant, and forsaking his job to give chase would be the pinnacle of foolishness.

"Understood, princess. I would suggest we avoid the shop that was just robbed moments prior, for the sake of the dignity of everyone involved—for the moment, at least. Ideally, if you wish to visit a larger variety of shops without causing a disturbance, we should be arriving earlier tomorrow, while the townsfolk are still preparing to go about their day. At this time, you would inconvenience many a shopkeeper by imploring them to stay open so that you may explore; a model member of the royal family must be aware of the citizens' situation and not impose their will upon others haphazardly. If you desire to see a shop's wares even so, though, I shall not stop you; simply choose a location and we shall set off posthaste," he stated calmly, bowing his head ever so slightly before the sound of a rather loud merchant caught his attention. He paid it no mind, of course, until he began to address the princess directly.

[i]"Worrisome. I shall be on guard."[/i]

Shooting a wary glance at the merchant calling for her attention, Byron turned to the princess and nodded his head.

"That merchant, on the other hand, seems to be calling for your attention. I shall leave this decision up to your judgement," he concluded, standing by as he quietly stood by to the side. Everything he needed to defend her in case of an emergency was ready on his person, and, as always, his eyes and ears remained open for any sign of hostility, however discreetly he remained aware.

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