Washing the stentch of the previous evening from my face, I collected my thoughts on what in the world happened. Unable to grasp this new facade of Bianca, I felt my heart sink slightly seeing what once was a beautiful, elegant leader of our country, now reduced to the gutterish slum of a petty merchants pub in place so charmingly nicknamed…”The Gut.”
Poor Bianca, I know it is not easy to lose a kingdom, as it was not easy to lose my twin brother in it’s distruction, but she should at least retain her dignity even if she could not retain her kingdom. She is always, and will be by blood and nature the Sultana. Kingdom or not.
I her royal guardsman…and a noble position of honor that has been passed through the Swift Family for generations. I will not let that nobility sink into the dross of this city and drag her elegance with it.
Who does that walking emaciated corpse of a man think he is? Does he not know that a woman of the Sultana’s status and breeding is as far above him as the sun is above his filthy pub? What an insult to the dignity of the Sultana’s person! Somehow he is determined to drag the Sultana’s name through the muck and mire of the street. Perhaps he is ignorant of what royalty is? In such a place, I would not be surprised.
Perhaps…perhaps it is his base desires that lead his mind? I have looked into his past and have found evidence of licentious behavior. All I have to do is look into his eyes and see the corruption of his soul. After viewing certain actions of his guests I can tell that…how do these westerners put it…he has “a way with women” and in no way is THIS a compliment. He has a way with women that a novice farmer has a way with the stubburn sow. They both end up angry, frustrated and covered with filth.
My only hope is that the Sultana does not end up marked by this muck. I pray that I will be able to keep her safe from herself until she can see the truth of such matters. That is my only hope…