Zxander stood a few steps behind his queens right side with his back against the wall. He kept a close eye on her and those around her. To his left stood Wymond, well the brothers stood one on either side of the room and Dalibor stood along the opposite wall from Zxander. He watched as she fixed her gown and shifted in her seat, thank you attention to detail and knowing her for as long as he has. "I'm glade to see I'm not the only one who is uncomfortable, but I hate to see her unhappy. I also hate not being able to do anything about it. I wonder whats wrong, I haven't noticed anything to worry about." He thought to himself as he gave Wymond a quick look, who immediate nodded to the others and starts to patrol around the room. He started with the perimeter then slowly made his way towards the middle of the room in a random pattern, not seeing anything he returned to his post with a nod to Zxander. "Ok so its nothing in the room... must be personal. Fathers death... new to being queen... the wedding... could be any or all of these or something I don't know about. Just wish I could help her like she always helps others, but duty first. I hope this prince knows how lucky he his. He hurts her... so help me... he is a dead man. My loyalty is to her, not to him or his family. He thought as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he resist talking to her about it. There maybe time later but it its not now.
Tending these formal gatherings are a pain, but add the fact this was not there castle, their people, their guard, and everything else that is going on and Zxander is... annoyed... frustrated... on edge to say the less. These formalities always lasted way to long for his taste. Every time he thought about the situation and how uncomfortable he and his queen were he shifted from one foot to an other, and wondered why they had to do it here. Why couldn't they do this back home, were they were in control, were they felt more safe and comfortable... but as always duty first.