𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: 7th of Maccias 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: The Empressian Gardens 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇: Rosalind ( @ofrosalind ) - closed
Recent events have made the days more arduous, but still Hector’s assigned the secret duty of staying close to guard his empress should ripples of an aftershock reach her. He doesn’t know how much use he’d really be if not within a few paces reach of her, but the feeling of hovering isn’t new to him. So, Hector makes himself seem busier than he is, if only to make his concern less discernable--after all, the queen has her official guards, but should they fall, a mountain of a man would undoubtedly withstand.
He doesn’t want to, but Hector leaves his charge in the watch of sworn men whose physical strength he doubts, only for a short spell of fresh air. He begins his usual stroll through green paths only to spot a familiar shape he can’t avoid. So much for a little solitude-- mental respite would have to wait.
“The more peace people seek here, the less of it there is to go around,” he says gruffly, to make himself known, before greeting.
“My lady,” he bows.