Knowing well that those who could make Marianne severe were truthfully those of his own blood, the duke stood from his seat resigned to the truth the hopes in his words went against. Taking in his hand the sword he was now to carry around without exception from here on at the orders of the crown.
His strides took him quickly to Marianne's chambers. The eyes of the duke made sure that in his way there was no unbecoming aura roamed in the main palace nor near his child with acute skills; monitoring the space for the peace of his concerns. Feeling at ease as he noticed that Zeleskiaz's presence was away, at another location, far from his and his daughter's once he arrived at her doors. A pair of doors opened as soon as the guards caught a glimpse of him as his daughter had ordered. Walking through smoothly to be welcomed, with no need for announcement by the child waiting for him.
