IC: Ser Malcolm Granville/ Dining Hall/ Stone Tower Malcolm stared at his now empty goblet and wished for it to be full again. A nice sour red would do, but there was nothing for it. His Grace Rolmar had asked for Malcolm's presence as soon as his daughter returned, and if there was one thing that he was good at it was following orders. Sometimes, if they were the right sort of orders. Watching for one Safia Rolmar was his kind of orders because, frankly, he found her to be extremely doable. Having run out of wine, Malcolm moved to where he was positioned by the egress that King Rolmar and his daughter had used and ended up waiting longer than he wanted. He amused himself by picturing many of the serving wenches dead, nude or both. It was only the really pretty ones that were both, because it was best if no one else could ever taste any woman after he had. It was a bad habit, and he knew, it but there was no shortage of villagers. After an indeterminate amount of time fantasizing he finally heard a single set of footsteps coming back, and only after they were far too close for his liking. I'm serposed to hear that stuff sooner than that. It was a major mark of Princess Safia's grace. As she passed by him, completely oblivious, he stared at her ass as it swayed back and forth. One of the finest I've ever seen. What I wouldn't give to be able to pork her a few times. The thought brought a lewd smile to his face. He did manage to leave the death of her out of his fantasies, just on the very off chance they ever happened. Smirking to himself, Ser Malcolm headed down the hallway, up a stairway, and down another hall and completely ignoring every piece of artwork on the walls until he came to the King's solar. Knocking once and then opening the door he paused. “Have a bit of an accident did we? How did the Princess take an inkwell flying at 'er face.” It was the ink that had splattered all over the wall and run down onto the floor that drew his attention. The shattered glass made him very glad off his thick leather boots. King Rolmar glared at him before replying, “The Princess did not witness that.” It was very obvious that he was still furious about something or the other. “Oh, so it was a bit of a tantrum as it were. Can't say its the kingliest thing to do, but ya are human after all.” He smirked straight at the king who harrumphed and turned to his desk. “There is to be a wedding in three weeks. You will be head of the guard detail. We will be in need of a very particular type of man to be the guards, I am quite certain you know the ones I am speaking of.” His voice had simmered down to a whisper, which was something that Ser Malcolm had always found infuriating. Why can't the man just bloody well talk like the rest of us? Its not like it does anything but annoy the crap outta me. But it was never good to attempt correction of a man, much less a king, in Rolmar's mind. With a languid nod Ser Malcolm replied, “Yea I know the men yer talking of.” He scratched at his beard, wondering what precisely was going on. Then decided it didn't really matter because he'd find out when he was supposed to. Or before, most likely since that was his way. Turning back to the ink on the ground he wondered what could have made the King so angry. While he could find out information, the motives of men was somewhat beyond him. “On your way out send Maestar Wilkins to me. I have letters I need sent out immediately. Now leave me.” King Rolmar was now sitting at his desk, quill out and about to dip it into the now non-existant inkwell. “And send a servant with a new inkwell.” The dismissal was obvious, and Ser Malcolm decided he wanted some more wine. So he set about doing as requested, or more accurately to get a servant to do it, and then back to the dining hall to ogle the princess some more. It sounded like a fine way to spend the rest of the evening. TAG: @spycoder9 OOC: Sorry about the wait. For some reason this post drove me nuts. Spy, I figure you being the maestar would probably be a good thing. If you want we can turn it into a combine if it looks like it may be something of a back and forth type thing. Also, feel free to throw something at Malcolm.