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kitsch (taylorwade) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

He watched her as she stared at him for a moment. She was probably trying to figure out who he was behind his mask, but he didn't oblige her and remove it. He wasn't nearly thin enough to be Jareth, nor did he have the same awful hair. He gave her a smile when she agreed and took his elbow. His opposite hand went to rest on the pommel of his sword and he set a pace into the castle.

Arriving in the ballroom was very much like arriving at one of Richard's parties. There were many many people, most that he didn't recognize, although that was not exactly unexpected considering most wore masks. What differed in a very big way was the sudden appearance of a monster rising up from the floor making a terrible screeching noise. He cringed at the sound and then moved to put himself between the monster and Sarah.

He drew he sword, though he didn't rush to dispatch the monster. There were enough people around it that he hoped someone was capable of taking care of it before it got out of hand. Besides, its attack seemed aimed at the King he'd seen the first day on a raised dais sitting on an ornate chair. Pompous ass. Almost as suddenly as it had appeared, it was gone. Robin kept his sword out just in case, but felt that the threat was gone.

Her hand was still in the crook of his arm so he turned back to her and spoke with a slightly amused voice. "I beg many pardons, my lady." He returned the sword to the scabbard at his side, though he kept his hand on the pommel once more, just in case.