Stoic as ever, Jeanne backed up a few paces, returning to her place beside the Duke without another word, all the while keeping her eyes fixed on the door as the line of volunteers neatly filed out of the room. With them gone, she could finally drop the act and just do her job as normal, without having to constantly jump to her patron's defense at any perceived slight just to preserve what little remained of his honor. If she were to be completely honest with herself, she much preferred to stand guard in complete silence... At least then, she wasn't forced to<i>constantly</i>shower the man in honorifics and titles that tasted sour on her tongue with each utterance. But sadly, those moments were few and far between in her line of work.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: Magenta">Shall I ready your room, Your Grace</span>?" the woman asked somberly, allowing a bit more of her resignation to slip through into her tone of voice now that it was just the two of them. After all, there was no reason to hide it- he knew just how she truly felt about him.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>