"Gods," Jax sighed when the girl apologized, referring to him as [i]your highness[/i]. He was not royalty like his brother or his father nor would he ever be anything beyond a knight. He may be the son of the king, but for all intents and purposes he was a bastard in his father's eyes. When the entire room's eyes were drawn upon the two, Jax instinctively froze. Being the center of attention had always been his bane when he was sober and even after the few drinks he already had, his tolerance was still that of an ox. As the girl slid out of his arm and slinked off into the kitchen, he could only assume that the girl was finally going to comply. A relief to Jax as he was already making his way out the front door, the inquisitive cumulative gaze of the bar becoming a bit too much for him.

He waited by the door to the bar, peering in occasionally to see if the girl was ready to take her leave. His horse had been idly waiting for him in the stables and until she was ready to join him, the steed would wait. She made her appearance in a pleasingly timely fashion and with a wave of his hand through the door, he gave her a signal to come along. The second born made his way to the stable well before girl made her way out and quickly took to untying the horse's reigns and mounting the beast. His horse, Leorus was a well bred war horse that stood a solid foot over the other horses among the stable, and had a deep amber coat of fur that almost shined when the sun met it. Leorus was a magnificent beast, one that Jax had first rode as a child and planned to ride for years to come. 

The horse trotted slowly to the front of the inn where the girl would be waiting, and Jax gave her a quick look. "Throw your belongings into his saddlebags and climb on, I'd be best for us to not waste time." Jax stole a second glance at her, questioning his own actions now. She was a gorgeous young woman, his brother easily a decade her senior and wide as a cow.It was rather difficult to, in good faith, deliver her to the king, though with Jax... Well, he wasn't particularly in a position to betray his father's wishes. Not if he wished to have his head remain in it's rightful place above his shoulders.