3 This is my Knight

Morana slipped out of her bed and stepped onto the frozen carpet. It crunched under her feet as if walking on snow, the chill she expected did not come. The frost on her did not just cover her arms but legs as well, She wanted to lift her skirt and see how far but a crowd had begun to form outside her room. Guards and servants alike huddled together to see inside her room. She felt a chill not of cold but of fear, the looks on their faces spoke their thoughts clearly. Some twisted in their own fear, some in curiosity. She wanted to speak but before words could leave her mouth a Knight in slick black and silver heavy armor pushed through the growing crowd. Coming within 2 feet of her, she wanted to run but couldn't make her legs move. The others became quite as if a single sound would cause their death by the longsword at his hip. The Knight stood more than 6 feet tall easily dwarfing the Queen. The slick armor almost appeared to shin as if putting a barrier around its wearer. A single black long ponytail protruded from the back of the knights helmet. Through a single slit in the face plate she imagined eyes studying her. Turning his back to her a red scarf like cape became visible, it extended from his left shoulder to his waist. There was an insignia on the scarf, twin snackes wrapping around some sort of small tree. The symbol also appeared on a red waist cloth extending from his right thigh to his knee. They appeared ruff and worn, a deep cutting voice that match them proclaimed he was "Ryoth, Paladin commander of the Queens honor guard and protecters". Scanning the servants and guards he then spoke clearly and soft as if to a child, "Disperse immediately"!

Meetra forced her eyes open and yawned, the drool running down her cheek was a sign of the first goodnights rest she had in a few months. She raised up to notice Kiyara had already gotten up. Hope they could explore more of the underground fortress she moved quickly Stepping outside to feel her clothes. They were dry enough, she slipped into them leaving the leather armor to hang she equipped her dagger and began walking towards the smell of food. She would worry about her appearance after she had something in her stomach. A man in a brown cloak stirred some sort of soup in a pot hanging over a small fire. The smell caught not just her attention but others as well. He seemed to notice this, Directing them over. The man was one of the newest members, his scruff and wild hair hid his face. He had no special features though not the best Meetra had seen he was attractive. He stood nearly as tall as her when he wasn't slouched over as he is now. His black linen pants tucked into brown dirty leather boots. The cloak he wore covered his upper body though his arms showed he was clearly athletic. She could only imagine how fit he was. A hilt caught her attention, rolled in clothe next to him. All thoughts cleared as she approached, looking into the pot she knew stew when she saw it. Though meat wasn't uncommon on their journey but it had been a few days since any was caught. Handing a wooden bowl and spoon he motioned her to sit. Obeying she waited patiently for a ladle to transfer stew from pot to bowl. When he dipped it she could see chunks of meat, potatoe and other vegetables spill over. He gave her two spoon fulls. The steam covered her face as she helled the bowl close. Using her spoon to move a spoon full to her lips Meetra blowed on it lightly until she believed it cool enough. Minutes passed and the bowl was empty, though she believed she alone could eat the entire pot but Meetra knew she must share. Meetra stood and bowed to the man, she pivoted and handed her bowl and spoon to another. Walking away she turned back to look upon the hilt. It was the Hilt of a one handed long sword, a familiar worn symbol appeared on the pommel. Wondering who he is, she turned again to search for Kiyara.