The Lord stepped aside as the Prince rushed past him. He gave the man a polite bow as he left, even as his eyes went back to the table, to the signet ring he offered, and where it remained twice rebuked. With the prince gone behind closed doors, his face darkened. The polite mask was gone, his face seemed slack, his eyes sunken back, his skin paler than it had been before. He reached out slowly, taking the ring back in his left hand, slowly putting it back on his right hand, securing it in the old familiar spot it has rested for years. He looked over towards the elite knight of the Ritter Hex stationed in the Library, saying nothing to the man who had silently watched the whole event.<br/><br/>He moved deeper into the library. His eyes scanned over old spines and open tomes. His pace was slow, letting him linger in spots as he caught better looks at some books. His hand reached out, feeling the bindings as he walked, running along lettering. Deeper into the library he went, towards tables with stacked books. Places he found inkwells and quills. His paces lingered here longer. Until finally he reached one tome that brought him to a stop. He flipped through pages slowly, reading a few passages quietly. He slowly closed the book, tucking it into his arm. He made his way back out of the library with measured steps. Chin up, shoulders back, he never glanced at the knight again as he made his way to the door. He opened it without a word, turning on his heels and heading down the hall to his quarters. He said nothing to the men in the hall. Not until he reached his chambers, and shut the heavy door behind him.<br/><br/>His men looked towards him, and the Lord said only one thing:<br/><br/>"It is done."