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[color=2B822F]Time:[/color] 9:30AM
[color=2B822F]Location: [/color] Inside Caesonia Castle then outside
[color=2B822F]Interaction: [@Helo]Lord Leo,[@Potter] Princess Sadie, [@JJ Doe]Riona[/color]
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[color=2B822F]Attire:[/color][url=https://litb-cgis.rightinthebox.com/images/640x853/202106/bps/product/inc/jfqhkv1624934883758.jpg?fmt=webp&v=1] ’nice clothing’[/url]
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Verrick sighed as he exited the queen and kings chambers. He was surprised but at the same time he wasn’t. It was not the talk he expected, he felt he understood what it really meant though. 

Beatrice was to have a full guard now. This was to ‘free him up’ to  watch over Princess Sadie, as well as continue with his normal duties as a woodsman. He sighed much longer this time. Rubbing his forehead and turning down the hall, his mottled cloak fluttered behind him. revealing his 'nice' clothing which was to help him blend in a little more. With out the cloak he would look like a very casual lord about to go on a hunt with his long bow in hand and quiver equipped to his leather belt/suspenders. It was a strange sight to see as his footfalls were completely silent on the polished tile floor.

It wasn’t that he didn’t like the youngest princess. He enjoyed teaching her how to throw and fight with knives as well as shooting a bow. She was a natural and picked up on…it quickly. She had just so much energy. It was like trying to herd a cat. He respected how she pushed herself to continue to be like that after what happened on her honeymoon.

He glanced up as he heard some people talking ahead of him, at a far distance he could see Prince Wulfric speaking to Count Hendrix. His eyes narrowed.[i][color=2B822F]What are they talking about.[/color][/i] He thought to himself. Gliding to the right into the darker part of the entrance hall behind some reoccurring supporting pillars. He glanced around before flipping his cowl up and melting into the shadows with ease. It felt good to do some actual Woodsman work for a tiny bit. 

As he inched closer he started hearing more and more of their conversation.

[color=9354FF] ...I didn't realize this was the same party that Prince Callum and Princess Anastasia attended until the morning gathering.”[/color] [color=9354FF]“At the time, I assumed the crown sanctioned the party. Surely a respectable man such as [i]he[/i] would’ve sought the royal family’s approval beforehand. How terribly gullible of me.”[/color] He finally looked up, his eyebrows knitted together. [color=9354FF]“Please accept my apology. Had I known, I would’ve reported it immediately.”[/color] 

[i][color=2B822F]An unsanctioned party some of the royals possibly attended...interesting. Sounds like someone got in trouble...[/color][/i]

[color=ab274f]“There is no need for you to apologize, count, as you couldn’t possibly have known.”

 “But truly, your resourcefulness does you credit. You clearly have me at a disadvantage, for I do not know whom you are referring to.”[/color]

[color=9354FF]“Marek Delronzo, owner of Black Rose, a merchant company,”  “though I should emphasize that the source of this information is hearsay. As I have mentioned, I happened to hear about the party at the public library and only by chance. I didn’t make any line of inquiry to ascertain its validity. I trust Your Highness will keep this in mind should you ever decide this is worth looking into.”[/color]

[i][color=2B822F] If Marek is willing to host some....'after parties.' something interesting must of happen. I wonder if any other nobles were apart of this party...[/color][/i] He glanced back down the hall when he heard a door open. Time to move on. He backtracked towards the direction he came from, when he checked to see if anyone was looking, he wiped his hood back and walked confidently out of the shadows and right. Walking straight towards the two. Quiet still, but now his footfalls could be barely heard. 

As he walked near them he bowed his head [color=2B822F]"Your Highness..."[/color] He said in a low respectful tone to excuse himself as he passed.

He made his way to the front of the castle to await for the princess. Arriving a minute or so before the carriage rolled up. He managed to catch the tail end of the argument between Smithwood jr and a servant girl who had quite a sharp tongue and did not take his shit he tried to deal out. 

He folded his arms and leaned against the wall and watched as she started “helping” the lord but only making him more filthy. He chuckled with an ever so small hint of a smile. The brat surely deserved it. 

He made his way over silently as smithwood was trying to wiggle his way out of conversation. 

[color=2B822F]“I’m surprised you believe a little mud is going to ruin your day.”[/color] He said in a low grumbling voice with a hint of amusement. Appearing Just to the side of him looking towards him.[color=2B822F] “And I thought you were an outdoorsman.” [/color]

He then looked to the servant girl and asked, [color=2B822F]”Perhaps there is a water trough the Lord can wash up in? I'm sure he would appreciate it.”[/color] he asked with a straight face. 

He looked towards the princess and bowed slightly. [color=2B822F]“Welcome to Caesonia Princess, It would seem I am to escort you to wherever you wish to go for your stay here this summer. I heard the pancakes were right next to the shooting range if you wish to attend both at once?” [/color]