Sybl stood to the side, out of the way and as small as possible despite his tall, willowy frame.  He had his arms across over his chest.  Her wore a loose fitting shirt with billowy sleeves and left unbuttoned to expose his chest.  This was tucked into black, soft beaten leather which clung to his hips and legs in a rather suggestive way.  Around his neck was a black scarf made of light fabric and with golden beads sewn into it to make sun patterns at each end.  His eyes were half lidded as he mired himself in deep thought, letting the room exist only in his periphery.

Alice's voice chimed lovely and sweet, bringing him back to this reality.  A soft haze clouded his mind slightly - the brandy he had consumed with breakfast.  Just enough to make life sweet but not enough that he should slurr or fall.  A smile tugged the corners of his pale lips and he let his eyes rest on the blonde Queen.  He responded in the quiet rasp that was a voice with deeply damaged vocal cords.  [color=B2E0DD]"My Queen, you would look devastatingly beautiful in anything you would drape over your body.  However, if you were to wear the green you would match with my eyes."[/color]  He unfolded his arms and stood more upright.

He did not blame or hate her for her words.  In truth he probably was boring.  Too compliant perhaps?  Maybe he should learn better music for her joy?  He did not flinch when she slapped the maid.  She was within her full right to do so.  [color=B2E0DD]"It would be my honor,"[/color] he responded as he crossed the room.  He knelt on the floor in front of her and took her hand into his own.  His fingers lightly moved over her skin and he brought the back of her hand to his lips.  Sybl brushed a light kiss across her knuckles before starting on painting her nails.  The maid had done a tolerable job so far but it was quite boring.  He applied the coats of paint and added embellishments of color to the nails.  Little flowers of gold and blue.  Something befitting of his Queen.

He had to admit to himself, he was thinking as he painted, that he had not felt the pull with this Queen.  He hadn't felt them with any Queen he'd served so far.  He hoped maybe it would develop.  Maybe it would come out of the blue and he could find the court he was always meant to serve.  For now her would do his duty to his lady and pray that if she were not his Queen that the next would be.