"What are you looking at?"
Sanaz asks, frowning as she glares at Guiscard. His head turns away from her, brushing the redness on his cheeks.

"That's not your business."
It was obvious that it was really something, but he didn't want to say anything or even make a big deal about it.
The Parsian woman folded her arms and kept a frown on her face, directed towards him. While he had to brush it off and play it cool, laughing then shrugging his shoulders afterwards.

"Oh Sanaz, you can do much better than that."
She had a feeling she knew what he meant, that dumb oaf was thinking about himself as usual. Just because she didn't drool or kneel before him with her kindness hence him being a Prince and all didn't mean he could make her.

"What?"
Sanaz scoffed, she couldn't believe such high and mighty words that he was saying. Guiscard was just unbelievable, he was really full of it.

"I don't bend the knee to just any royal, and you're not any exception. Just because you think you can get me to be nice to you and go to your sickly arms, doesn't mean I will. I have a will of my own."
Her arms unfolded, Sanaz had wanted him to know she wasn't going to swoon over him because he was a Prince. She was loyal to Prince Hermes and he had to know that. She wasn't going to betray him nor his trust in her.

His hand reached out to tightly grab her wrist, "hey! What are you doing?"
She asks him as he pulls her in, lips planted on her cheek for a peck. His hand letting go and folding his arms as he smirks, following a chuckle. Her eyes widen, cheeks turning red and right hand placed upon her cheek.

"Wh-What was that for?"
She didn't understand him at all, nor even why some gross man did that to her. However, Guiscard didn't even say anything. Maybe he was just teasing her again, how dare he.

Before she was going to even move in and hit him, however, Ash and Silver Mask had exit from the room. Both of them didn't seem pleased, now the brunette wondered what they had discussed and waited for one of them two to speak up. She really did hope Ash would join, it would really be great because then, she could still be able to fight with Prince Hermes and not feel guilty about Ash's decision to leave.

"I'm surprised you serve such a man, Lady Sanaz. As you said, he is not Lusitanian and that is quite admirable of you."
He smiles towards her, being quite pleased and her heart racing with that; Sanaz had stared at Silver Mask. But he didn't seem to say anything, "well, guess I'll take my leave."

Chuckled Guiscard, who gave her a snarky look before leaving. Light brown hue's glaring at him while he walked off. Not even knowing that Ash didn't like the way a Lusitanian was staring at his betrothed; it was weird and he was having a strange vibe about him. He wasn't going to allow him to get away with it, maybe confronting him later would do?

"He is on our side, you need not worry Sanaz."
Prince Hermes finally spoke, "but there is one thing you must also do for me."

Hearing that had made her flutter, she was to keep an eye on Guiscard and now another thing that would be whatever he wanted her to.
"Wh-What else shall my services be for you, Your Highness?"

Sanaz had figured that he would have told the Maryami his real identity in order for him to join and fight alongside so they can be able to take back Pars when the time came.
He had slowly approached her and leant in, his lips near her ear and whispered; he did not want Ash to hear.

"Keep an eye on him, I have a feeling he is not here to pledge his loyalty to me."
Parting himself away from her, she had nodded her head and watched him take his own leave, while Ash had remained and took hold of her hand.

"A-Ash!?"
Her cheeks tinted red, a gentle smile came to his face as he gazed at her. He had then emitted a laugh and quickly lifted her up in the air, her eyes widened and wondered why he was doing this. Spinning her around slowly then stopped but still had a hold of her.

His heart pounding fast, he felt like it would burst out and explode. He was feeling incredibly happy to have her, he had her in his arms, he was excited to fight alongside her and even wanted to protect her. She meant everything to him, he wasn't going to let her escape from his grasp and wanted her to love him just the same.

He knew he couldn't really tell her how he felt, he was afraid, Ash was afraid of rejection, of letting her down and even watching her fall in love with someone else. He wanted her to know that he promised to be there for her, to protect her when she was in danger...in her eyes, he didn't want to allow her to know he was weak.

Phsyically, he was strong; mentally, he was weak. He could never prepare himself for what the worst was to come and always tried to see the good in everything, even if it didn't seem like there was any good in one at all.

Placing her back down, he had closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again. He was feeling so happy, "my Lady Sanaz..."
He pauses there, he just really cannot believe this - it is as if his dreams have come true. A reality he would never want to just throw away and never forget.

The Parsian female didn't say anything and had kept her gaze at him and wondered what he was up to, what he was going to do. He had stared at her again and quickly brought her into a warm embrace.