Thread: Clashing of the Royals ( Ava & Bloody Ava )

Tobias dipped his head once more at Eola's response before turning to lead the way across the room and toward the exit, carefully shepherding the two women through the crowded hall, occasionally raising his voice to request that people step aside. As they reached the doors, propped open in an attempt to prevent the Great Hall from overheating, a man in the finery fit for a royal strolled through them, cold grey eyes settling almost instantly upon the Princess. Lips curved into a self-satisfied smirk as he deliberately position himself within their path, his gaze drifting down Eola's form with little discretion. Ah Lady Eola. I feared I had missed congratulating the bride. His words flowed eloquently from the tongue, stance and expression all speaking of a great deal of confidence. Short raven hair wound itself into rather tight curls, his facial features sharp and angular, holding an interesting similarity to that of the Queen. The good knight's jaw tightened as he pulled up short, eyeing the obstacle momentarily before speaking in curt tones. Lord Adamar, perhaps you could pass along your best wishes tomorrow? I was just escorting Lady Eola to her chambers, at her request. Tobias spared a careful glance over his shoulder, perhaps seeking some confirmation from the Lady herself, but this was not necessary. Adamar only smirked, dipping his head respectfully as he took a step to the side, By all means. Rest well, good Lady. With this said, he turned sharply upon his heel and disappeared amidst the crowd without a single look back. Their journey continued, uninterrupted, after that. The corridors were near enough deserted but for the occasional servant that scurried past at the behest of one noble or another. Prince Nicholas' chambers were located toward the back of the palace, overlooking the well-tended garden courtyard below. Tobias threw open the doors and then stepped aside to permit the two women entry, enquiring as to whether they required anything before taking his leave, but not before taking note of what Lydia had said. Sir Tobias had returned to Great Hall upon delivering his charges safely to their chambers, but chose to linger upon the outer edges of the continuing party, observing the activities of the various guests and of course his Prince. Nicholas appeared to have had at least another goblet or two of wine during the Knight's short absence, his cheeks rosy and his voice a good deal louder than was necessary. He did not approve of the company that the newly wedded male was keeping men of rather ill repute that Tobias considered to be of rather a bad influence. Cursing beneath his breath, he carefully worked his way around the room, offering polite nods and greetings to those that greeted him until he was standing at his Lord's elbow. Nicholas spotted him, grinning roguishly as he slapped his friend's shoulder and called loudly for another goblet of wine for the Knight. Enjoy yourself Toby, you are far too serious you know! Grab yourself a wench, God knows there are enough of them here. You, lass! The Prince seized hold of a passing serving girl, dragging her amidst the small group of men and pushing her rather roughly toward Tobias. A frown creased the soldier's brow as he moved swiftly to catch the propelled lass and steady her, before sending her on her way and leaning in to share a few quiet words with the Prince. Comport yourself in a manner worthy of your station. Your wife awaits you upstairs. With this said, the Knight swiftly took his leave. A matter of minutes later, he stood outside of Lydia's quarters, staring rather unblinkingly at the closed door. Servants of importance were fortunate enough to have rooms of their own, with proper beds and furnishings that the majority of the less favoured did not have. He had seen where the other servants slept, small rooms and hard cots or cold floors. He could hear the faint sounds of someone within the room, Lydia was no doubt settling into her new home now that had settled her Mistress. Tobias' fingers twitched at his sides, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he calmed himself. He held no anger toward the young woman and he did not wish for his disappointment in his Lord to colour his temperament when speaking with the Lady in Waiting. Not only that, but he was....nervous? Drawing in a deep breath, the Knight raised a hand and rapped firmly upon the door.