Chris watched the dance go by from the shadows, having not moved an inch since taking up position. For the first time in his life as an honour guard, he felt... Lonely. Never before had he been watching over such a grand event, full of festivities and not, while he simply stood on the sideline and observed. He pushed these thoughts to the back of his head. He had a job to do, and pointless pity would only distract him. He watched Dusk for a while. The princess appeared to trust him, and, at a simple glance, Chris felt he could trust him as well.