“Think nothing of it My Lady Cecilia,” replied the shrouded man, his voice eloquent and proper to the point, annunciating each word to the syllable,”it is my duty as a loyal subject of Alvion to aid the rightful rulers of the land when they are in need.” As he finished, Baron Simon Monticourt stepped forward from the darkened corner of the room,[u][url=https://preview.ibb.co/nLxT8T/0_ADCA851_0638_49_BC_B5_A2_FFA1671_B8_F05.jpg]revealing himself to Cecilia.[/url][/u] He was of average stature and build. His clothes, though fine, weren’t overly flamboyant and showy. His white beard and graying chestnut hair, which was heavily receded, were neatly groomed. He stood feet together, arms at his side, and shoulders back. His face held a regal and shrewd expression as he looked upon the Princess. “Allow me to formal introduce myself Your Majesty,” he said, bowing respectfully as he spoke,”I am Baron Simon Monticourt of Rosaldia, proud subject of Alvion, and loyal to King William Alderton in death as in life, and equally loyal to you Your Ladyship, as his rightful heir.” He raised from his bowing position, the proud and dignified look still true to his face, he continued,”I am also one of the founders of the Loyalist Coalition, an insurgent group that wishes to see the murderous Serpent Queen Malva Alderton removed from the throne and brought to justice. Furthermore, we wish to see you Lady Cecilia placed on the throne as the righful queen of Alvion.” He took several slow, cautious steps toward Cecilia, looking at her with intent yet not in an insubordinate manner. He remained silent for a minute, looking Cecilia over with, not ridicule, but a kind of wonder, as well as noticeable pity at her current shape and state. “Please,” he said, taking Cecilia gently by the arm and guiding her around to her chair,”eat My Lady, you certainly could use a fine meal after what you’ve endured for the last five years. I’ve ordered the maid to boil water and fetch a tub for a bath and get you some decent clothes to wear.”