The castle was always a quiet hum in the morning. The staff cleaned and dusted, prepared breakfast, and the soldiers switched posts. Everything is going as it should. At least until Faye rounded the corner, looking as elegant as ever. Her gown was a pristine light green, a shock considering she hadn't married yet, especially with her openly declared affection for Ezekiel. She stopped just in front of him, clearing her throat softly before speaking. "Good morning, Sir Ezekiel. I hope your morning is faring well?"

Ezekiel let out a sigh before responding, his tone deep and sonorous. "Yes, all is well so far. But dawn has just passed. Let us not be hasty in calling it a good day just yet. Now, if you'll excuse me. I'm sure the Queen is expecting me soon."

He hardly gave her time to respond as he side-stepped her, careful not to touch her. Just as he was about to turn the corner, a sharp cry stopped him dead in his tracks. When he turned back, he saw Lady Faye being held with a knife poised at her neck. The intruder appeared human, seemingly without abilities.

"I-I demand to speak with the queen!" the man called out, his voice shaken as if he hadn't planned beyond this moment. "W-We shouldn't be just openly letting Demi-humans make home in this kingdom."

Ezekiel's hand rested on his sword hilt, his expression unchanged though a glint appeared in his eyes. "Then leave. The Kand kingdom could do with more people who share your beliefs," he said in a chillingly calm voice.

The man suddenly began sweating, face flushed as if his blood was boiling. "I-I don't want to... I like this kingdom, I just... Don't want to live next to creatures," he stammered, his hand trembling as the knife lowered slightly before dropping altogether. "W-what's happening...?"

Ezekiel narrowed his gaze fractionally. "Nothing. You were just finding the nearest guard to arrest you for breaking into the castle," he said calmly. "Now go."

The man silently turned and walked away as if guided by unseen forces. Lady Faye let out a shaken breath, rubbing her throat as she stepped toward Ezekiel. "I thought you didn't like using your blood magic," she said softly.

"I do not, however, your life was in danger, which called for its use. Now, if you'll excuse me." He strode down the hall before she could respond.

Eventually, he reached the royal chamber doors, knocking firmly. "Your Majesty, I have come to escort you to the throne room. Unless you haven't eaten breakfast? Then we can go to the dining hall first."

He would report the intruder soon enough, perhaps when guards brought him before you for judgment. For now, his priority was routine and ensuring your safety.