Maggie moved to the Queen's side quickly, nodding at her instructions.  Often, she felt as though she was party to a secret when undertaking Her Lady's commands, but today was a strange day, and fetching the Queen's Sister offered few fantasies.<br/>She stood and made a short but respectful gesture to the man in the hood.  This done, she moved toward the door, making eye-contact with the Captain as she left, her expression meaningful, in that 'need to talk' kind of way.  The way things were going, her plans for the evening might be unrealistic.  In which case, it was best to inform him of the little she knew and leave it from there.  She opened the door and vanished soundlessly, hoping he'd be able to make time for her later.  On to more pressing things.<br/>Maggie paced down the halls quickly, toward the guest's chambers.  There had only been one instance where she had met the Lady Anyx before this.  She remembered her as being every bit as strong as the Queen, but in a mischievous way.  Mischief alone suited her sensibilities just fine.  If the hooded man was indeed her husband, she was wont to assume they were already past that point.  Still.  She had no reason to openly distrust either of them, and every reason to serve Her Lady well.  That would have to do, for now.<br/>She asked a passing maid to be certain which room was in use before she entered the hall where the guest chambers were set.  Without pausing, she turned down the hallway and moved to the Suite: Anyx's Door.  With a pause to ensure she was properly composed, she knocked three times, paused for the space of two knocks, and entered.<br/>"I beg yoor pardon, Princess Anyx."  she said as she entered, carefully measuring her speech, and enacting all the formalities of attending royalty as she did so.  Posture, door position, lowered eye-contact, voice inflection.  These skills were a bother if a person thought about them, but in the presence of royalty, they felt like armor.  And when confronting the exact image of Her Lady, save for a different aura and slightly more.. comfortable attire.. well, armor felt good.<br/>"Princess," she said, her speech articulate.  "I have been sent to bring word from My Lady, that yoor husband has arrived.  She requests that you attend her in the King's Study."  She stands slightly to the side, framing the opening of the door.  "If you'll permit me to guide you.."