She stood there not moving an inch, only her chest, with each intake of breath. Her sword attached to her hip, by a leather belt, wearing the kingdom's crest. People entered the great halls of the castle to ask the Queen and the King for guidance. To ask for help or to simply offer a present to their wonderful rulers. Her blue eyes watched them all, carefully, always scanning for evil, for thoughts, that shouldn't be in the same room as their beloved Queen.
Next to the two thrones a smaller one had been built, not as decorated as the King's and the Queen's, but gallant enough to let people know. The crown prince sat there, watching them from bored green eyes. The blonde didn't spare him a glance, as she kept her eyes on the people standing in front of the throne. They were a young woman and a young man, asking for shelter, as they had lost everything they owned, to a demonic attack. The King and Queen, as kind and wonderful as they are, offered them shelter, work for the young man and a doctor to look after the ill young woman. Pascal made note of the two, overjoyed and proud to be a citizen of the kingdom 'earth'.
The next man who stepped into the hall, made her shiver and the hairs at her neck stand up. His whole aura screamed dangerous and bad, his eyes downcast, as the habit hid his face. He raised his voice just slightly, sounding like nails scratching over chalkboard. And that was the second she noticed his intent, could see it clearly from the colors of her aura. Without even saying a word, the blonde stepped forward, grabbed for his arm and turned it onto his back. The silver dagger falling to the ground as he gasped in pain. "The stories, did not lie" he sneered as she pushed him down, her knee against his spine. "You tried to kill the Queen, therefore your punishment shall be death." she said, cruel cold words, because that was what he was worth. She pulled her sword out of it's sheath, as the man in that exact moment. Turned around his eyes charcoal black, although she had him in a hard grip. The arm broke, but he didn't seem to care and moved his other hand. She had barely time to step between the crown prince and the dagger. The silver blade embedding into her arm, ripping open the silk of her blouse, and drawing red blood. She didn't flinch though and used her good arm, which was holding the sword. To cut his throat open, the demon inside, screaming as it was killed.