Hycis took a knee, looking to the floor between her and the royalty. It was incredibly formal, especially considering she had known them for years now, but she had refused to stop doing it since learning of their title. She was no longer just a friend; she was a knight, and they, her charge. Loyal to the noble -- and none other.

“Your Highness,” she said softly, hand on her leg. Her sword rested on her hip. Her armor was well-kept, if a bit dented from use, though she had tried to keep it polished and capable to protect her, should she need to act. She kept her gaze down, respectful and calm. “You called for me?”