Roland righted himself in the water by the time his Red Legion soldiers arrived. One of them stood forward and reached out, clasping hands to pull him up and out of the fountain. Roland sat the edge of the fountain, shaking his hair - now made brown by the water - and brushed the water from his face.
"What the hell happened, General?" the soldier asked. "Are you all right!? Should we do something?"
"No!" he said, shaking, disappointed in himself that he allowed it to come to that. It would be a lie to say that he hadn't brought it upon himself. "No. You will do no such thing. I had a little spill is all. I needed some refreshment that's all. I'm going to my chambers. I'll be there should my guest require my attention. In the meantime, you will be as respectful and as amicable as I would expect of my Legion. Understand?"
His Legionnaires straightened and saluted with fists over their hearts. "Yes, General," they said and turned on their heels to make way for Roland to pass through.
Darius, meanwhile, did as Alanna requested, bringing the parchment, ink, and quill to her in the Great Hall. "If there is anything else you require....please, hesitate to ask," he said softly under his breath as he departed from her and her soldiers and quickly wandered upstairs toward Roland's chambers. Even in the midst of him changing into dry clothes, Darius burst into the room and looked deeply troubled.
Roland sat at the edge of the bed, pulling fresh boots on. "You look like you just shit yourself, Darius," he said, half-irritated.
"Your guest it seems....has taken it upon herself to....stay," Darius hissed and stood straight. "In fact...she's writing a letter as to that very intention now.
Roland sighed and threw himself backwards on the bed, the mattress giving considerably beneath him and he rubbed his face again, the scratches still fresh. "Well....I suppose we'll have to put up with her then now won't we? If we must, then it seems we have an extra plate to serve at dinner, now don't we?" Roland rolled himself up and curled in on his side.
"What the hell happened to your face?" Darius focused on instead.
Roland's eyes looked up at him in a glare. "I fell. In the fountain in the chapel. You'll find the mess there if you choose to look."
"And scratched your face?"
"Yes. Now do as I say. I'm not catching my death of cold here! Leave me."
Darius chewed his lip coldly and bowed before taking his leave.