Felix was startled as the woman spoke, jumping instinctively and reaching for his sword. Quickly, however he saw who the woman was and instantly lowed himself to one knee in the straw and dirt between them. He bowed his head, "Your Majesty!" there was surprise in his voice. Gently, he reached out with his gauntleted hand and took the cloth from her. He was about to speak his thanks and all of the other questions in his mind but he didn't get the chance. He nodded, bewildered by her sudden presence as well as her undeniable grace and beauty.<br/><br/>He felt like a ten year old boy again, when he fist met her. Ser Aleksander had introduced him to her at a gala shortly after the old knight had rescued him. He bowed and addressed her as his etiquette training dictated but couldn't bring himself to meet her eyes, stealing looks at her only when she wasn't looking. He'd never seen a girl her age so beautiful, so regal. That still held true as she stood above him even more so now that she has blosumed into womanhood, and Felix found that he had to focus hard to hear her words. The young knight lowered his eyes whenever she mentioned how much they had lost. The vision of Alek's body, his mentor, his father, laying dead in his tent with the back of his neck cut out flashed through his mind like hot iron out of the forge. He remembered that the two of them were close, but only saw them together a few times at public events. Aleksander hated courtly functions but Elysande's presence seemed to make them bearable to him. Normally he was content to spend time at his estate, working to improve the lives of his people. When he wasn't handling matters of the estate he was tasked by the kingdom to campaign against any groups of bandits and brigands that came into the realm. This made him and his men the most battle-hardened and experienced military force in the kingdom after the war. A fact that did not sit well with the other knights and lords at court.<br/><br/>He was silent for a moment before he looked up at her, his eyes seemed to be a bright rusty red hue of brown in the light peeking through board gaps in the stable wall. A line of blood reached his eyebrow and he quickly pushed the clean cloth she gave him back into the oozing wound on his forehead. After a moment of silence she could hear the leather of his glove creak as he tightened his fist. "I would do anything to find out who murdered Sir Aleksander Ludendorff." He looked up to her again, bringing the cloth away from his face. She would see the intent shouldering in his eyes, wet with emotion. This was a young man who'd lost everything he'd ever loved. There was nothing he wouldn't do to have vengeance. Suddenly, Felix caught his breath and blinked away the wetness in his eyes. "I am at your command, your Majesty," Again he bowed his head.