[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]
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[color=goldenrod]"[i]Did[/i] he?"[/color]

Eyebrows rising in interest, the second sudden change of mood in as many sentences must have come as a cracking whip to the three, excusing the unfortunate metaphor. Though his face furrowed again in a moment, this time it was clearly in sifting through thought, manifest in the world as mutterings under the breath of "[i]Sir Galfont, Sir Galfont, Sir Galfont...[/i]" and a gloved hand cupping the chin.

A minor knight under the crown... it was a stretch. He couldn't place the name, but perhaps the deed?

No, a Crown Knight would be closer to the interior rather than the border. As luck would have it, those two fateful days were more than likely completely disentangled from one another. A shame, really... 

[color=goldenrod]"I haven't had the honor, but that's a hell of a thing he did."[/color] he continued afterwards, an affirming nod following a helpless shrug of the shoulders as the disappointing conclusion gave way to much-deserved, and much more [i]pertinent[/i], praise. [color=goldenrod]"To rid the world of those who would do those evils... Your instincts are good, Miss Angenese." [/color]

A smirk pulled itself free from the tight-lipped line of his mouth.

[color=goldenrod]"Had I left myself any drink, I'd raise my glass to him, Sir Galfont."[/color] he declared, hammering the name home into his memory. [color=goldenrod]"[i]That's[/i] why we're here. That's why we're knights— to be a shield for the innocent, and a sword against evil. Doesn't matter if we're minor, doesn't matter if we're top of the chain."[/color]

For all she may have classed the two apart in their prestige, given the order he now called home... Gerard's view seemed to shun the notion in its entirety. For him, there was simply [i]knighthood[/i]— the valorous, gentle, and [i]just[/i] ideal of chivalry. The way of the pious, the courageous, the generous. Warriorhood given focus. Strength tempered by graciousness. It was prestige all its own, for the purity of simply being such. He couldn't imagine feeling any differently had their positions switched— to hold the title at [i]all[/i] was already a dream he'd so nearly let die.

Anything more, such as the acceptance into an order so wonderfully storied as the Roses, was merely the proverbial cherry on top.

[color=goldenrod]"He's fulfilling the meaning of our station, y'know? I can't respect that enough— my recruitment came off the back of a raid on a slavery ring, actually. Perhaps it's naiveite speaking, but I'm pretty proud of that—"

[i]It was the day my life changed.[/i]

"—So I hope he's proud, too. He earned it, just as much as me. Now then..."[/color]

The elephant in the room was far from lost upon him. Finally, his eyes settled from their rhythmic glances between the pair of blondes down onto the youngest and darkest in both mood and hair. After her exasperated straight-man routine with the excitable duo between them had dwindled away, it was barely two words out of the young Lady Violette, her eyes pinned onto anything but the conversation at hand (mostly the Princesses). 

While he was still yet to begrudge a kid for being disinterested in what he had to say, he could feel the disconnect feeding into everything else. A lot of this was his fault, in fairness, whatever the mechanism for it being so you chose—

[color=goldenrod]"You know if you're bored, you [i]can[/i] go. It won't hurt my feelings to be less interesting than actual royalty."[/color]

—But what that meant was that it'd be his job straighten it out. Clear the picture here up. 

[color=goldenrod]"You don't have to suffer on [i]my[/i] account... Or is there something else on your mind, during all this dreary talk?"[/color]