“May I speak to my father for a moment?” she asked the guards. Dressed in the deeper maroon and steel gray uniforms of the Queen’s Guard, which were similar to her own guard’s uniforms, there was a distinct difference between these two men and the two that followed her at a distance. If Kit were to turn and take in the countenance of her own protectors, they would’ve looked at her with respect and admiration. The two men before her, both tall with broad shoulders, and one with a jagged scar that ran down the side of his face, scowled at her, hoping to incite fear. She knew this was their approach when it came to everyone short of the queen herself. Even the council members mentioned their dislike for how the Queen’s Guardsmen presented themselves, but Rona encouraged it, and as far as Kit
