"What-"  Alenard began, his brown eyes full of confusion.  Whatever he had been about to ask is cut off by the sudden slamming of the door.  The clicking of the lock sounds unusually loud to his ears.  It probably had something to do with the look that his father had given him.  Both that, and the lock, spoke louder than any words.<br/><br/>Alenard grit his teeth together, taking up position by the door.  A moment's reflection, and he took up a position slightly farther away, as far as he could, while still making it obvious that he was guarding it.  It still wasn't enough, Alenard thought glumly to himself.  A glance at his father made it extremely obvious what he had been doing.  He'd also seen past his father; not much, just a delicate bare leg, clearly belonging to Natalya.  It was enough to hint at the position she had been in.  Alenard flushed slightly.  She certainly didn't have beautiful legs like that before, when they were close friends, although they certainly hinted at their eventual beauty.  Before she married his father.  Alenard found a lump rising in his throat inexplicably.<br/><br/>It was then that he heard Ancel tell Natalya that he wasn't finished with her.  Alenard fought back a wave of irritation.  Yes, he was definitely too close to the door still.  "Yes father."  Alenard called through the door, loudly.  "I'll be right here."  Perhaps that would cause his father to moderate himself somewhat.<br/><br/>It wasn't too long before Marquis and Pil'iar arrived.  "Please wait here."  Alenard told them in his deep voice.  "My father is..." he trailed off.  Occupied?  Busy?  With the Queen?  None of those seemed appropriate in this inappropriate situation.  "He will be with us shortly."  He concluded lamely.<em>Let it be soon.</em>He fervently hoped.