Lord Cadrywn, Captain, or Sir Keith as he was commonly know as, watched as his charge, his princess, whom he stood guard over, and whom he had been Captain of the Guard for the last six years.  The last years when his feelings toward her had begun to move from being protective, to aroused and interested in her as a woman.  Though, age wise, she was still young, barely more then a child for one who had lived thousands of years, but she was fully mature now, no longer a child, but a woman, though there were still some endearing hints of the girl she had been remaining.<br/><br/>The fact she chosen for him to stand guard in her room, perhaps out of a sense of mischeviousness and a bit of chance to tease her captain, as she stripped to her skin, selecting one garment after another, and modeling them for him, while teasing him a bit, asking his opinion, was a sign of one of her more mischevious moments.  She would be expecting him to get her back somehow, in due time.<br/><br/>"I am always ready, Princess, after all, as your Captain, if I wasn't, I'd be derelict in my duties."  He reached out and offered her his hand as escort to the ball.<br/>