Markus K. Heimrich
The room was somewhat small, darkened by the plain white curtains that hung over the three large windows built into the far wall. It was one of the many guest rooms in the house, then one being specified for staff and even more specified for one who took on the title 'Guard of the Royal family'. It was a title many would be proud to have. For one to serve under the royal family and to be intrusted with the lives of the king and queens children is an honor not given to just anyone. It requires the utmost trust of those in charge of assigning these guards and the responsibility to protect the royal family is rests in the hands of these specially-trained guards. This room, decorated with a simple wardrobe, dresser, and twin bed was the resting place of the youngest princess's guard. A boy who, despite being fully aware of his responsibilities, was still laying face down under the thin white covers, sleeping far passed his assigned awakening time and ignoring the round alarm clock that continued to ring every five minutes even after he'd kicked it onto the floor a few hours earlier.
There was a knock at the door, quiet at first but then grew a little louder after the first few attempts.
"Excuse me? Mr. Heimrich, sir?"
Of course it was one of the maids. The red-haired boy didn't reply as he moved his head so his face disappeared into the pillow.
"There's been a situation, sir. Are you in there?"
A sigh escaped from his lips, the hot breath warming his face as well as the pillow case. There's been a situation. That was probably one of his least favourite sentences now. He doubted that it was anything serious. That brat of a princess probably just running away from one of her suitors again. It would be a waist of precious sleeping time to go catch her. On the other hand, if he didn't get up now then one of his colleagues would force him to get up sooner or later. He'd rather not have Brinley coming in and lighting him on fire as punishment for avoiding his duties. And that wasn't a joke, either.
"It's urgent, Mr. Heimri--"
"Shut the hell up already! I'm awake!", he stated loudly, forcing himself to sit up and letting out a frustrated sigh. He could tell the woman had ran off after hearing his annoyed tone, not that he cared. He sat on the edge of his bed for a moment, trying to find some reason why he hadn't jumped off a cliff yet. It's urgent. His eyes widened ever so slightly, though he didn't really feel worried or concerned for what the maid could've meant by the situation being 'urgent'.
As if I care.., he thought to himself, though he was already slipping on a pair of black slacks over his his socks. He quickly pulled a white, button-up long sleeved shirt over a bullet-proof vest all while running his fingers through his hair a few times in an attempt to keep it from sticking up in areas and be rid of some of the tangles. Suiting up really didn't take him very long at all, strapping a leather gun holster under his arm and slipping on a black dress coat to keep it hidden. Finally he stepped into his seemingly professional dress shoes(really meant more for combat) and leaving his room in a hurry
Once he finally reached Opals room (definitely not asking for more detail on what was going on before doing so), he stopped in front of the doorway just behind Brinley. Well, this was a peculiar situation. Here Vincent was in Opal's room sitting on a man whom Markus didn't recognize but could easily tell was probably a duke from his scent and clothing while the strawberry-haired princess sat at her piano on the brink of tears. Then there was Brinley, holing a briefcase that Markus would personally prefer not get any closer to. He could just keep walking and hope that they didn't see him, aware that both guards would've noticed him being absent that morning, but he knew there was little to no chance of that. He narrowed his eyes a little at the man laying on the ground before letting out a small sigh and moving his right hand up a little to show his palm, sticking the other into his left pants pocket before putting on a somewhat awkward smile.
"Yo, Vince, Brinley...looks like you two have been having a shitty morning, huh?" He paused a moment to point his right finger in the direction where he figured Katherine would be; the dining room. "This looks a bit too complicated for me, so I'm going to get back to work and let you two handle this." Before leaving, he gave a slight bow to Opal, knowing that if he didn't show at least a little respect towards her after running late Vincent would end up chewing his head off later. He didn't want to give the two royal guards any time to reply to his quick greeting, so after his half-bow he took off down the hallway in a half jog/half run. If he was lucky, Brinley and Vincent would be too occupied to bother chasing after the disobedient wolf.
He finally found himself in front of the door of the private dining room, feeling rather reluctant to entering since he now confirmed Katherin was on the other side still eating her breakfast just from her scent, a scent he'd quickly be trained to become familiar with before he was even given the duty to protect her. After about a moment he finally decided to push the door open and step inside, definitely refusing to give her any kind of bow. There was no need since nobody else was there to enforce him to.
"You know your boyfriend is cheating on you with your older sister, royal pain." He said, leaning his back against the wall and at last finding the time to straighten the dark red tie around his neck. He slid his hands into his pants pockets and gave the girl a very fake apologetic smile. "My apologies. I meant to say your Highness, but I guess they both mean the same thing."