"Word shall not pass my lips," the Lord swore with a solemn tone. He took one step closer towards the Prince. His gaze shifted for a moment, looking into the corners of the Library. Whatever he was looking for, he seemed not to find it before his gaze went back to the Prince. His shoulders drooped down an inch, his stance less rigid now as Prince and Lord stood face to face.<br/><br/>"She will be well cared for, Prince. Though I believe it may be wise to arrange some time where we might meet. I would not want to subject her to a sudden shock, suddenly joined to a foreigner. At the very least, to make sure she is familiar with our ways, and caapable of withstanding the rigors of my household."