Eloran stiffened, his back straightening, the muscles aching for action after standing still for so long.  He sighs, and hands the piece of paper to his King.  "My Liege, you deserve to know.  Comtesse Valere believes there is a plot to kill you.  I brought plenty of men, Hex's I have known and served with for a long time, to supplement your own garrison here during these talks, in readiness for such an eventuality.  You will be well defended, my lord."  He knelt, his hand on his heart while he spoke, and slowly stood afterward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.