"No ones?" Lysadner stuck out his lip and began to walk toward the palace. He would not, like a proper guest, simply follow the lead of Dumas. But walk beside him as if he were an equal. He'd be able to anticipate where Dumas was walking and be able to keep stride without so much as an awkward step. "That would be a waste... don't you think?" He looked at the taller man sidelong. "I suppose that is will of Queen Jadis? For the entire royal family of Mathias to be... eradicated?" If the bodyguard still harbored feelings for the girl, he would be uncomfortable with his Queens wishes even if he did not defy them out right. Such a fissure in his loyalty to the frozen queen could be... useful.

Lysander wondered if her parents were indeed still alive or not. The Narnians had told stories of how the ice-queen had frozen everyone who defied her, however, it seemed that they melted and came back to life when she weakened. Perhaps Jadis would not be so kind during this invasion...

Meanwhile, Caspian was impressed by the speed and skill of this girl. He took a defensive strategy, trying to learn the sword style she practiced with. It was efficient and smooth. As their blades danced about the courtyard he smiled, laughed, it was a joyful oversize. He tried to mimic some of her moves...

His sword swung wide, he spun and flipped and flourished his blade...

Too wide, too many spins, excessive flourishes... (some of the spectators who knew the princes usual tactics might whisper that he was trying to impress his opponent...)

He felt his foot catch on the stone bench as he tried to jump upon it. And then fall toward his opponent, he was completely and utterly open, unable to block or defend himself as his blade caught in the bush beside the bench. He would be at the mercy of her sword.