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Karrellone nodded as he heard his mother's words to him; her kind voice, he wanted to believe was true... but his instincts told otherwise. Yet, this did not matter, as he followed without another word, other than "Yes, My Leige."

The queen's bodyguard stood almost iconic next to her as she stood on her pedistal, the balcony overlooking the lands for miles. As she began to speak Karl obviously was paying attention, but his bold eyes also squinted down at the crowds. He knew these magically encumbered words would have heavy effect on the people that heard them. His own mind was even slightly hazed by the words, prosed to follow his mother's will. Of course, he did most of the time anyway. He turned his head down to the crowds again, and simply listened to his mother's speach. Even without her magical spells, she was charismatic, and just had a way with words... one that made you feel like if you didn't listen to her, something bad would happen. And that was most likely because it would.

As they walked back to the throne room, the only sound that was in the air was the dying murmurs of the crowd, and those wicked heels that his mother wore, clapping down the stone floors like a whip cracking against tile, almost. Karl looked over at Angel - the girl and he were not exactly friends...but they knew one another well enough to speak on friendly terms. Karl would place his hands at his sides, and bow as his mother sat on the throne, his kind face coming back up to vision. "And shall I-" He started softly, before his mother cut him off, answering his question before it entered the air. With this, he nodded. "Of course, My Leige. Your will is my command." He would state softly. He knew that anyone would be fool to try and attack his mother. The castle was practically a fortress, and she had more than plenty of royal guards... not that they were any more trained than normal soldiers. But having his sword as an additional barrier would never hurt. Not to mention he knew that his skill outclassed them by far.

"I shall resume post outside of the throne room, My Leige. Please do not hesitate to call upon me if you need anything at all." He said briefly. He knew his mother would detest his true being in the room - his kind heart probably irked her to the point of not being able to see straight. But he would offer a bow, the tassles on his outfit drooping to the ground, before he stood, and walked out of the throne room, placing his back to the door as soon as it closed. He wished his mother wasn't this way...but by all means, whatever her way was, it worked. He looked softly behind him, at the closed door, thinking about the woman that lurked behind it...

He smiled weakly at the door, and turned back to look out at the empty corridor. Now his job was to wait. And to keep his mother alive.