( His... bodyguard. Truly. Not to look, to blink, to stare dismissively, but, taking the measure of the woman before him, Hector too must once more wonder if there is any hope of that piece of fiction passing for reality.
Skinny everywhere. Far too rigid and poised. A manner of speaking not entirely unlike a captain or a countess. And then he's patting the parchment piece again, entrusting it with his hopes, his dreams and their odds of remote success.
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Skinny everywhere. Far too rigid and poised. A manner of speaking not entirely unlike a captain or a countess. And then he's patting the parchment piece again, entrusting it with his hopes, his dreams and their odds of remote success.
Really. His bodyguard. ) Look. You're halfway there. You're already squinting.