Tall, lean, strong, and imposing, Ser Kiramman walked through the halls of the King's Castle, her gaze sharp and piercing through any who might try to smirk or snicker her way.

She wasn't a joke and would never tolerate being taken as one. If she couldn't win their small minds and gain their respect, she would scare them and conquer them with fear — her options weren't vast.

The honor she felt when her eyes sweeped through the words written in the letter that had been sealed with the royal stamp informing House Kiramman that her eldest daughter had been selected by the princess to be her royal guard was immeasurable. Being who she was, defying the costumes and the rules by wanting to deflect from the ruffly dresses and loveless marriages — that was the best thing that could have happened.

She stopped by the door to your room, briefly leaning in to hear the fuss of the maids who were getting you ready for the day and stepping aside to guard the door.

Gossip traveled easily overseas, so Caitlyn did know about you, about some of your passions, about your relationship with your father, but she went no further to study you. She had a mission to let you open up to her.

The tall wooden door to your room opened, and one of the maids walked out, mumbling a quick 'Morning, Ser' and rushing out, the door being left behind ajar. It wouldn't hurt to take a peek, would it?