Sidonie looked at him for a moment and gave a little smile – just a tiny one. The thought of laughing when the death of the Chaldean lingering over her head was tough, but he was trying. The queen stood in the room before leaning against a table; she was such a mess and really should get some rest only having an hour of sleep. Being injured and no sleep with no food was a bad idea for anyone.
“Bothersome? You are not bothersome my lord.” Sidonie said to him with a smile to reassure him that he wasn’t. “I am used to have guards at my side…” Biting her lip at the thought that she only had one of her personal guards, the other had given his life to protect her. Holding her side again at it throbbed from the pain, before looking down at the dress she wore. It wasn’t every day that she would wear someone else’s colors. “For now I think I’ll welcome that distraction. I could use one really.”