Vedette's hands tightened into fists when the man spoke of Ithunvel. Vedette would have enjoyed to trade spots with Ithacles suddenly. Her obvious discomfort was there in the open now, and any man who snickered at what that man had said was given a hard glare from Vedette. She was considered by all rules and appearances, to be one of the King's men, even if she was not a man at all. She was a sworn in and trained just like any of the other guards, but that wasn't the complete definition of her. She was special. But none of them, or at least she hoped, actually knew that fact.
Vedette urned her eyes back to the fight as they readied themselves and began. She tried to relax her shoulders, but the were as tense as her jaw right then. Ithacles should not have agreed to this, not even if they needed to stay here. Who were these men to order them out? Despite all of their ranks combined, the prince was above them. Vedette could even order some, if not most, of these men to do what she pleased.