The young lady had accepted Liam’s hand to help her down, she look scared and nervous, but also somehow shy. Was she blushing? Her hand was soft and small as he lightly grabbed her fingertips and spun her around until Liam’s back was to the stand.<span style="color: #0080FF">"My name's Alice Kingsley. What's yours?"</span>she asked. Liam couldn’t quite tell if she was just simply curious or making conversation to ease her nerves.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">“My name is Liam Dahl, it is a pleasure to meet you young miss,”</span>he replied in a low, soft, and almost flat voice while giving a small bow. Liam didn’t much care what the Queen had ordered him to, orders were orders. If the Queen had ordered him to have killed the young lady he would have done in the same way that he walked over to her to help her down, never giving it a second thought.<span style="color: #BF0000">“My Queen, what are your next orders?”</span>he asked glancing around the girl...Alice...and staring towards the Queen still sitting in the judge’s bench. It was odd not being given orders or being told where to stand and whom to protect. Thinking outside of his well trained element and mind set was a strange and foreign feeling.