"Ah, what a noble heart you have then. Not a lady for the weary traveler, for he hath promised it to...another perhaps? Or mayhap his taste run...else where." Victor's eyes twinkled a little as he moved closer to the Prince, his steps light enough that they were scarcely heard.
"I will show you to your room, good lord." He bowed a bit, mockingly so as he guarded Phillip. Turning he started down the hall, his seethed blade bouncing against his leg as he moved with that ever present limp.
"Did you become lost in the wood?"
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