There was simply one last thing that the new Captain of the Kingsguard had to address before he went off to war. After spending the last few days assessing the guards that he was leaving in the Palati and his last conversation with the King, Krysto made the choice to approach the young serving girl on his own. In the best interests of Achilleas and the new queen, this seemed as if it were the best choice in that moment. The king was a loose cannon when it came to Briseis, it seemed, and Krysto knew that women scorned were dangerous.
To allow any sort of danger to approach Queen Theodora from a jealous serving girl would be unacceptable. Thinking back to the king's previous violent reaction to catching himself with Briseis, Krysto thought this the perfect opportunity to force the girl to distance herself from the idea of the King. Whatever happened between the two of them didn't matter in this instance. Achilleas was now married and there would never be a place for a third person in a marriage bed.
His steps were firm, his shoulders back and his shaggy curls tied back away from his face. Krysto wore the Mikaelidas colors that most of the Palati guards word and had worn for a few generations now, his ax strapped easily to one hip and his smaller blades to the other. The thick leather of his armor made little noise, though the sharp sound of his own feet hitting marble was all that he focused on as he headed down into the bowels of the Palati to mingle, just briefly, with the help.
Coming around the corner of the kitchens, the first word out of Krysto's mouth was, "Briseis?" Someone pointed him down another hall and he trailed his way along a duller-looking stone floor that brought him to a small room where the servants all sat to eat their meals. Looking into the faces of each and every servant there, Krysto finally noted that the girl in question was not here. So he walked on, looking down the hall of small, shared rooms that many of the servants lived in. One of the doors was open, and Krysto moved to settle in the doorway, contented that he had found the woman he wanted to speak with.
"Brieseis," he summoned her without any further pretense, making a second motion that asserted that she would need to rise and join him out in the hall. "Let us take a walk, shall we?" he asked then, understanding that his words and order would be followed.
As the King's mouthpiece in many military and Palati matters with Krysto's new position, he expected a quick response. He expected the girl to rise and walk ahead of them so that they could find somewhere far more private to speak. It would not be an easy conversation for Briseis to have, but like festering bandages to wounded skin, sometimes they simply needed to be ripped away before skin could knit back together and heal. That was what Krysto was here for. And to ensure that the queen would be safe and unbothered by the serving girl for the time that both he and the King would be undoubtedly entrenched in battle and unable to think of home in the heat of the moment.
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