The Guard and the 'Pet' (Chaska)

"That... 'Chaska' girl, was it? You. Go along and tell her I'll be waiting here."

"You... what? Wait, but that's..."

"I don't believe I was unclear, was I? Run along; call it the Princess' decree, if you will."

Well, Revyn wasn't the biggest fan of the title drop -- perhaps -- but just as it had on a small few occasions prior, it got the job done, and the castle guard was off to retrieve the woman in question. Not that there was much of a job here, as such, but he had his reasons, he had his little destination. He'd wandered and sniffed around the halls enough now to be able to tell where anyone and everyone stayed, and the Princess' royal guard was no exception to that, by any stretch. Nor was anything really to stop him from getting into the bedchamber, leaving the door slightly ajar, and casually hopping up to rest upon the bed.

In any normal circumstance, he didn't doubt, anyone to dare try such a thing, especially with a royal guard of all things, would likely worry of unholy terror. He, on the other hand... did not. Nor indeed did he worry about a great many things that he, in theory, should have.

As soon as he heard the door, though, the keaton's ears perked a little, a slight smirk forming on his features from where he presently lay. "Ah, good, you're here. Would you prefer to speak here, or in the bar or somewhere similar, perhaps?" he asked, casually as could be.

Chaska