Allen stood by the door, his hands by his sides, ready to be of service should the princess require anything. She temper was directly proportional to the downward spiral of her father's health. And right now, she was sitting by the King's bed, speaking in hushed tones. The King himself was renowned for his love for his daughter. Allen turned his head slowly, taking care not to make the slightest rustle of the shirt and vest which he wore.<br/><br/>To his left was Fletcher, who too awaited orders. Orders less important. The man had a nasty habit of wandering off silently whenever he was bored. Allen returned his gaze to the duo, and the clock struck three, it was time provide the King with his medication. Allen awaited for the princess to allow him to prepare the medicine.