A Thief Until the Day Death Takes Me

Out of a sense of politeness, or because you didn't want someone to know you're here? Valid questions, or so Byron thought as he followed her up the steps. He took a moment to pause and take a deep breath of fresh air in, or at least fresher than the dungeons had provided, a far cry from home truly where one could almost smell the spring water even in the cells. 

Her directness made him chuckle, as he wasn't so used to it when the others liked to dance about with him. When one was tentatively allied with Morrigan and placed on his throne because of the Crows, well, it wasn't all that surprising really, even if he thought it all stupid. He hadn't changed as a person, he still was the fool who'd go out and take on bandits nearby if he could sneak out to do so and keep his skills sharp after all, proud of the scars and cuts he could add to his body. The King should be back soon, his mother was ill and he stepped out for a few days to see to her, it was true. His mother had been sick, with a cold that had laid her up yes but well....it wasn't a lie.

But then she kept going on about her reasons why and a part of him felt used in a way, the part that had been looking forward to their betrothal if only so he wouldn't be so damn alone. If all she wanted was sanctuary well, he could grant that, but that meant there was little desire to get to know him. Perhaps that would change, he could only hope.

Her directness once again struck in asking him to point her towards the King, where he was and he sighed. One hand landed on top of Samson's head as he pet the dog as if in support while he shook his head before extending a hand towards her. Byron Wulff, milady, at your service. Attempted good son and present ruler of Ferelden. And this, he ruffled Samson's short fur as he shot the dog a smile, a small one that reached his eyes before he glanced back up at Franziska, is Samson. Royal guard dog and good boy. His voice had more life to it speaking of his dog than it had about himself, not that he noticed really, but his pride in the dog was more evident than in himself.