Alister managed to slide himself through one of the left doors that were so conviently an exit for the ballroom. Finding that what met him was a narrow hallway that had marble lining the walls,and floor. The walls were in no shape horrible but....he found the amount of room was rather miniscule. His only hope as he made it to the foyer was that Atrius didn't know...all their work for nothing.<br/><br/>Instead of taking the exit from the foyer outside , of the stairs, he raced down another hallway that would lead him to sir Lyons quarters. Which only soldiers who were elite knew about, or his own family. It seemed as no surprise that the general would find peace in his quarters. But on the other hand by chance he was wrong about Sir Lyon...then what? They would end up at a stale mate again.<br/><br/>As he reached the old oak door there were runes, and slight scratches all over it. The door was more...than usually used. But that should be typical for a general if an army. His tanish-white hand reached out to knock on the door, but the door swung open before he could manage to even knock. The damn door nearly took his face out.<br/><br/>The man responsible was no other than Sir Lyon's son Jonathan whose face was completely scrunched up in anger. Obviously father and son had just finished a severe arguement. He watched as his peer stormed off without a care , or just didn't notice him. Hesitantly, he lifted a hand to the open door.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" Sir Alister, if you would please be a Sir and shut my door. With the door shut no one can here what is said beyond this room , think of it like a sound barrier. </span>Lord Lyon had his hands crossed on atop a file his emerald eyes twinkling just a little.<span style="font-style: italic">" I assume, that you wish to speak with me , being that you are Lord Atrius's son.</span><br/><br/>" I wish to apologize for the ...unprotocol courting of your daughter, it's just she is well frankly interesting ." He lacked a real word to define his awe of her, yet at the same too  stunned that lord Lyon even knew about it. His choice of words could have been better but he had chocked out of surprise.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" Forget that nonsense the only one with a problem about it is Atrius, John was having a fit that lord Atrius stole a dance with her. Any who ....the real princess ristina, was here or am I mistaken?</span>Lord Lyon arched a curious eye at him. It seemed if all else failed he was only interested not searching for information.