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Julia gestured for Ramas to open the door, and he shrugged and obliged, it was not as if it wasnt the proper thing to do, for as much as he was effectively her prisoner, she was also a royal, and that would still hold sway. His large meaty fist knocked firmly but calmly on the wood of the door, "Lady Scarlet, Isabella, it is I, Lieutenant Ramas, I am accompanied by Lady Julia who seeks audience with you."
There was the sound of Rustling fabric and the door was opened by the robed Isabella, who nodded, completely dwarfed by Ramas' huge frame, and stepped aside allowing the pair to enter the room. The bedsheets were well slept in, and wood shavings were scattered across the carpeted floor, the work of Da'Karro no doubt. By the bed stood a slightly timid looking Scarlet, her attire vastly different from that which she had worn the night before. He suspected no doubt she had been stripped before being put to bed, but The clothes she wore now were not what he had expected to find her in.
"Lady Scarlet," Ramas said, bowing to the girl who was so massively dwarfed by him that even when bowing he stood taller than her, He stood up and looked at Isabella, "The king requests you remain inside the room while these two converse. I will be right outside the door should anything happen."
Isabella merely nodded at her friend and then took her place by the chair in which she had found Da'Karro, legs apart, hands clasped behind her back, her silent gaze ever watchful of the two woman. Ramas nodded back before turning and speaking to the two Starks, "Should you require anything, just call, Lady Scarlet, Lady Julia." He nodded his head at both women in succession before turning and ducking out the door again, closing it behind him with a soft click, and leaving the three women to the silence of the room.