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"As you should be and I assure you - I am all the protection he needs." Anastasia's hollow banshee voice spoke echoing among the rooms as she lifted herself from the wall. Her words directly towards one of the guards. She began walking towards the king, her greaves clinking against the marble floors. Although she had the intentions to murder him herself. She had no intentions to just stand idly by and watch. Too much could come from a situation such as that. She cracked a slight smile towards Dorian before kneeling to Leon.

"My lord..." Anastasia said in a loud whisper before picking herself up and walking beside the man. The dark knight had her eyes looked down towards the two 'Captain Of The Guards' as she pulled her claymore out, rested with the hilt in her grasp upon the end of her blade on top of the ground. She knew they wouldn't do anything however one can never be so sure. Anastasia had much in thought and less was over these two. A shadow extends over the kingdom as they speak and all the words she had in her mind was the fact that "Blood may be spilt tonight" but she wouldn't address this issue to the others. It would stir others up especially if the guards were to get note and thats attention it doesn't need quite yet. Especially for her purpose.