Tehr's search in the hallways was soon interrupted by a patrol of three guardswomen who narrowed their eyes the moment they saw him, until they seemed to recognise him. "Why are you wandering here without an escort?" The woman at the lead asked, before hearing him and his explanation, her eyes going wide.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/19/20100919195425-56e43916.jpg)</div>"Natasha, get the Royal Healer immediately, Jean, you're on guard duty you will stay posted outside of the Queen's room until further orders." Her words were strict and curt, but the look in the blue eye was one of shock. The other was covered by a black eyepatch, her firm body held tensely still as she issued her commands, then turning towards Tehr. "What do you need my lord?" She asked, openly requesting orders, and seeming to take him as her immediate superior in this circumstance at least. "Under the Guard Captain, I am one of her three Lieutenants, one in charge of patrols. Gods, the Queen will have my head..." She seemed more than a little ashamed and shocked still, but trying to do her job despite her nasty surprise.<br/><br/>"Ah, right. Lieutenant Maria Whitestone. Your orders are second only to Queen in this situation." She paused, before continuing. "Normally the Guard Captain ranks up there too..." Her focus seemed disturbed, but the two of her subordinates had rushed along to carry out their duty, guarding the Queen's safety, as well as fetching a healer as fast as possible. She, however, seemed to be looking up at him for future guidance. Thing was, the way she acted, it was like the Queen had made his position officially, if only for her personal guard.<br/><br/>Arch-mage, kitchen staff, she had one woman to command where they were, and unless they split it would be hard to pull off both ideas, and in her state it seemed uncertain she'd be efficient unless he could snap her out of it.