"I agree, Lord Zeddrous. A fine afternoon. Welcome to the Aerie."
He noticed the man sizing up the Bravos who were at their posts-each of them in a relaxed, comfortable pose that most men would take for a laggards slouch...except for their eyes, sharps as River Hawks, and each casual hand on a blade-each one was dressed meticulously in the latest fashion-long green cloaks, polished high leather boots, tri-cornered hats with feathers-and a possessed a passing beauty, since they tended to treat their looks as seriously as their duty.
The King thought it was smart to size up your potential opponents, and his respect for man increased.
"I see you're enjoying the sight of my Bravos, Lord. They're only half as good looking as they are proficient in their work, though." He commented, idly enough. Albert motioned to the blonde woman lounging in the corner.
"Aveline here once took three Master Altanic fencers in a...fair duel." The King said, folding his hands. Her only reaction to that was a slight smile. Aveline rarely spoke.
Richard might have been able to recall the exact facts of that incident. Those 'Fencers' had been almost certainly Assassins-they'd never found out who sent them-and, the brothers and their guards had fought them off in a bloody, pitched battle down by the docks. Since it was a 'fair duel', Aveline had kicked a acidic glop of fish oil in the eyes of one, and parted his neck in one blow.
So fierce had she been, killing half of them, the Iron Queen had assigned Aveline to guard Albert as he grew into the King, and after. If Ria was the Kings shadow, then Aveline was Alberts second blade.