Alan watched the girl who had walked into the room, anger showed clearly in her movements, as she walked toward them he could see in her eyes that she hadn't known about this arrangement. Perfect.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Go figure. I would get pulled into the middle of a family issue.</span>He thought watching the girl though his sunglasses as she came to stand near her father. Alanâ€™s eyes trailed over her quickly, committing her to memory, height, weight, eye color, even the way she walked. He knew he would be able to pick her out in a crowd. Her eyes fell on him briefly and Alan bristled at the look of plain dislike that she didnâ€™t bother to hide, or thought he wouldnâ€™t see.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Judge before you know me? Fine. Good to know how this is going to go.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"His daughter is right here, so you're Alexander... Legendary assassin...Tell me, how much did my father offer you for this job? Was it a substantial sum for something that wasn't necessary?  Quite frankly I don't need a security detail. I'm not in danger, and those threats are simply that: threats. No one's acted on it, so why would I need him? No one's gotten in here, no one's even attempted. I'm perfectly safe."  </span><br/><br/>Alan felt that most of this rant wasnâ€™t directed towards him at all, but at her father. However he answered what was directed at him. Keeping the cadence of his voice steady and low he sounded neutral to the whole thing, even as he observed the relationship between father and daughter. They seemed close but at the same time he sensed discord and problems just below the surface, he assumed that things like this had happened before, the King making a decision about her without consulting her about it first. He understood the sentiment; his father would never step on his toes in the manner that her father was stepping on hers. But he could see that it was just fatherly overprotection, nothing that would make him suspect that these threats were being paid for by her father.<br/><br/>â€œYouâ€™re father paid me well, but rest assured princess, I didnâ€™t gouge him. And if I mayâ€¦ you need to be protected because of the fact that your kingdom needs you to survive. Without you there is no heir to the throne, therefore you must be protected.â€ Alanâ€™s kept his tone respectful but at the same time his stance spoke of uncaring indifference, his business would always be there no matter who ruled the planet. Or the galaxy for that matter.  Every time he left Rexous, his home planet full of assassins, he knew that when he returned it would still be there in the same prosperous as when he had left. Alanâ€™s father had once told him:<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> â€œWeâ€™re hated by 90% of the galaxy son, of course weâ€™re prosperous if we werenâ€™t they would have destroyed us by now. We provide a necessary evil that, as much as they say otherwise, they will compromise their morals for. Thatâ€™s why you canâ€™t comprise your morals for any amount of money they offer you. If you do you lose the dignity that youâ€™re born with and become exactly what they believe you are. Never prove them right son.â€</span>He almost smiled at the thought of his fathers calm spoken truths, it was what he saw right now, the King wanted nothing more then to get rid of him, but he feared for his daughters safety so he compromised his morals. Alanâ€™s morals were much less complex and didnâ€™t exactly abide by the law, he would never harm a child, he would never kill someone that wasnâ€™t asking for it, and gods help the person who messed with him or his family. The rules were simple enough and he had never had a problem following them. Never had he put himself in a morally compromising situation. Heâ€™d done some gruesome things, made examples out of the scum of the galaxy that manipulated and hurt people. All to send one simple message: Behave yourself, Iâ€™m watching and donâ€™t let me catch you. It wasnâ€™t a God-complex, he knew he had no control over life and death, he could cause death but if that death would prevent more he was more then willing to do the deed. Which was why he had taken this job, he knew that if this world fell into chaos other systems and planets would be grossly affected and thousands of people would die, if he could prevent that by gritting his teeth and dealing with the assholes that looked at him like he was scumâ€¦..then so be it.<br/><br/>Again his eyes fell on her, making sure to make it clear he was addressing the princess, it was her life he was intruding upon after all.<br/><br/>â€œMy plan is to stay out of your way as much as possible, Iâ€™m going to shadow you and for any large scale events Iâ€™ll have my team hanging around making sure youâ€™re not in danger. Iâ€™m going to follow at a discreet distance but at some point it will become apparent that you have a bodyguard, as long as you donâ€™t mention who I am to anyone everything should go over fine. My one rule is if I say youâ€™ve got to get out of there, you listen. If I tell you that, it means your life is in danger.â€<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">And as long as the assholes who work for you donâ€™t spill anything none of my enemies will show up. This is not going to be easy if Iâ€™m not going to hinder how she lives. But with no attempts on her life thus far no change is really called for.</span>Alan watched the two who stood a short distance away from him though his sunglasses which freaked out anyone who was around him. It was hard to tell exactly where he was looking since they blocked out his eyes.<br/><br/>â€œI would also like a copy of the security specs of this place, check for things that might be used for an assassin to get into the area without being noticed.â€ He said again trying to keep his tone respectful as his gaze turned to the King.