Tehr considered what the queen said.  Then with a sigh admitted defeat.  "I'll be clear, my magical powers have been somewhat expended for the day.  I gave all my strength defending my home and my friends from these assassins.  I don't know how able I would be to defend myself if a serious fight broke out.  That being said, I do have enough power left to disguise myself as I said, and maybe one other person.  But if combat broke out I'd have to rely on them and wouldn't be much help.  Though I'd do my best, for the Queendom,"  He smiled and kissed the queen on the cheek while it was just the three of them in the room, "and for you my queen."<br/><br/>But before she could respond the door opened and Tehr stepped back to a more respectful distance as two guards women entered.  He recognized Moira immediately and had enjoyed some intimate time with her and the queen in the past.  She however seemed professional and did not show any signs of their intimacy in the past as she listened to directions from Captain Lilian.  However it was the other woman who drew his attention.  While she was unknown to him at first, there was something that seemed somehow familiar to him.  He felt a slight tickle of recognition at the back of his mind, one that grew stronger as she spoke.<br/><br/><em>"Lord Tehr ir'Wynt? I knew your father. Honorable man. You might not remember me, but I visited your family estate from time to time. I am one of the Queen's messengers, and regulars in making tours around the kingdom. I am here because I understood you might appreciate a swift-footed and experienced woman watching your back. Though I am curious if you remember my name? I am not sure if you ever heard it but your father did love to tease me by it."</em><br/><br/>The feeling grew stronger and he peered at the woman scrutinizing her carefully.  Her armor was obviously magical and he couldn't help but wonder what the exotic material it was made from.  Her face was strong and at the same time beautiful, her eyes piercing and intent beneath a fall of dark waves of hair.  Her skin seemed flawless and he had no doubt that there had been magical healing at some point in her life.  With her bearing and stance Tehr did not doubt that she had been in combat in her life.  Yet that tickle of recognition was strong in his head.  She looked like a face from his past, from his youth, and not just his early teen years, but even back to when he was only a child.<br/><br/>"I beg your forgiveness, I am not recalling your name.  Though I do recall a memory, a whisper from my past of a woman who visited my family home a long time ago.  But I was only a child and if you are the woman I recall, I must say that the years have been quite kind to you.  I hope you take that as the compliment that it was meant to be and accept my hand in friendship as a proper introduction."<br/><br/>He extended his hand to greet the woman.  He understood that her calling him 'lord' meant that she probably knew that his older brother and father had both passed.  She may know that his mother was the head of the house currently and be simply using the title of lord as a sign of respect and not a formal declaration of his head of the house.  Or, it might be that she recognized him as the legitimate heir to Wynt, and showing deference and respect.  In either regard he didn't think it would be proper to correct her that he was only Master Wynt.  It would be uncouth to point it out, and certainly to such a beauty.<br/><br/>He also realized with a start that he was fully the face of Wynt in Londinium as well.  That more and more he'd better get used to the title of Lord, for he had grown over the weeks into the head of the house even though his mother still retained the title in name and function.