"Mi'lady" a deep voice reached her ears, the one she knew all too well.

Behind her he walked, chasing after her. After she stormed right out of the dinning chamber the knight immediately rose, sensing disease on his ladys mind. Carefully, he approached her, his strides much bigger than hers.

"Mi'lady..." he called out sharply, authority in his voice as well as reverence and respect for the nobility he reffered to. And the slightest twinge of softeness. "What worries you so? A marshall? A scholar? Say it and I'll be on my way with punishment"

Her beautiful features, pained with burden and tainted with tears, a sight so hated by him he'd take all and any suffering from her.

His beautiful lady, his sole purpose. How unacceptable