Thomas sighed as he watched the Duchess move out of the throne room and down the hall. He was not sure what to do. She seemed to be stressed and he had no idea what was going on with her. As much as he knew that they should remain separate, at the very least for the propriety of nobility and to remain above rumors for the sake of her marriage, he found himself following her slowly.<br/><br/>His eyes looked back and scanned the throne room for a moment, trying to ensure that no one was watching him. Slipping out of the room, he looked up and down the hall, trying to decide where she would run off to. Smiling, he tried to remember where her administrative area was.<br/><br/>His hand ran over the wall, a smile on his face as he felt the rock, headed towards the advisors area. He hummed softly to himself, thinking about all the things that were going on in the palace. It was good that Tanpari would finally band together, it was a shame that it took something this large to do it, but he would take his victories where he could. In his own mind, he put the blame on foreigners, people who were allowed to traipse all over the country without so much as a challenge, reporting back to their own countries with information.<br/><br/>He was brought out of his thoughts as he found that he was outside her office door. Not being sure what to do, even at this point, he hesitate, staring at the door. Shaking his head, he knocked on the door lightly, deciding that if she wanted him gone, she could just as easily tell him to leave as he not have taken the chance.<br/><br/>“Advisor? It’s Viscount Antwood.”