From the back of his steed, Brom waited and watched as Owen stormed forward.  The helmet concealed his face and expression.<br/><br/>Owen rushed over, reaching out toward her.  "Felicity?!" He exclaimed, "What in the frozen hells is going on here?"  As the rope brought her up short he continued forward until there came a clatter of hooves and sudden Brom was between them.<br/><br/>"Stand down," Brom growled, "This one's mine.  You'll have to wait for your turn at this sweet little cunny."<br/><br/>Owen's fists clenched as he gazed up at the armored man.  "Why?" he demanded, "What could this girl have done to deserve such foul treatment?"<br/><br/>"I do not like your tone," Brom hissed as his hand dropped to rest on his sword, "I suggest that you remember who your liege is."<br/><br/>"I swore myself to your father's service, not your's.  And I wouldn't allow such a vile abuse to go unchallenged even if you were the King himself."<br/><br/>By this point his fellows had caught back up and grabbed at him.  "Forgive him m'lord, too much wine and he's sweet on the girl," they hastily offered as they tried to pull Owen back, "He doesn't mean what he's saying.  He's new here and doesn't understand."<br/><br/>Brom growled and his sword came clear with a loud ring, causing all of the onlookers to gasp and the other two guardsmen to release Owen and scramble back in fear.