"Thank you, your Grace." curtsying as he stood from kissing each of their hands. It always did them pleasure to see each other treated equally. Turning, she touched the riding crop gently to the face of first one slave, and then another, the touch of the leather sending a small shiver through each of the slaves. They were trained to her touch after all, and the crop merely an extension of that. Without a word, each of the rose from their kneeling position and gracefully moved towards the door, back to the carriage and the gift that the sisters would have time to look over.<br/><br/>Giving a small nod to ValÃ¨re, HonorÃ© strode towards the guard that had been indicated with a grace that belied her own personal strength. It seemed almost as if she truly glided. She gave him a small smile, actually paying attention to one who generally did not receive much attention. In a way, most people believed that a soldier was there as unseen protection and decoration. But HonorÃ© was firmly of the mind which that which protected can also kills, so it does good to pay them mind.<br/><br/>"If you please, good sirrah."<br/><br/>With a salute and bow, the soldier turned, leading the two sisters towards the room.