Pulling a hankie from his waist pocket made of a finely cut silk pieye of fabric Run lightly tapped the tip of his knuckles against the royal family door. Stepping back his tall massively muscular body bent at the waist his hand folded behind him and head down low. His ears folded back jingle faintly with their piercings; he waited for word or permission to enter with a silence of one know had known death.