"Eoin!" His mother called out to him as he entered the great hall. His face and leathers were streaked with dust and dirt from the road, leaving him looking worn and on edge, not helped by the sword at his side and various other blades visible and hidden on him. He clearly hadn't had a moment to rest since the attack, but it didn't seem to slow him as she moved to his mother who was now reaching for him.
He stopped her before she could start fussing, putting his hands over hers and asking to see his father right away. She led him to the library where his father, armored and armed, was overseeing the placing of colored stick-pins into the massive map of the Queendom by his personal staff and reading over reports handed to him by various messengers. He was the true commander of the Viorel forces and seeing him so calm and determined in the middle of all the current chaos was reassuring to Eoin. The man nodded to his son when he entered, asking to hear about what he had seen and calling for the servants to tend to him.
Washing his face and hands as he relayed the story, Eoin began to relax a little even though he knew he likely wouldn't be allowed to rest long. It had been him who carried word to their stronghold on the boarder, commanding aid be sent to the Palace, and while they were well stocked with men and supplies it wasn't going to be enough. He would have to see to the gathering of the rest himself then return. Or at least that was what he had thought would be his job. When his father had drawn him close and told him about the Queen's arrival he nearly spat out the water he had been given.
The Lord Viorel had said something about trusting his son and that appearances demanded they risk the Viorel heir's life by making him Her Majesty's protector while she remained in their care and their territory. Eoin hadn't been listening all that closely, his mind on the Queen and her likely state, otherwise he might have sensed the hand of his mother pushing him towards the Monarch through his father's words. He would likely realize that later but for now he wanted to see the Queen for himself and reassure himself that she was alright.
She had been given a whole wing of the estate, which was being guarded closely by the best of the Viorel guards, by now he wouldn't have doubted that the whole estate was now surrounded by their men on the off chance that she had been followed from the Palace. He was waved through the little checkpoint the guards had set up to search and verify the servants allowed in and out, then permitted to enter her rooms. He had remembered to bow at least, ignoring the physician and nurse and servants stationed near by, at least for the time being. His once tired eyes now bright with concern as he broke protocol by speaking before he was acknowledged, "Your Majesty."