With a rigid nod, Zannrick stepped before Solita.
"You will follow me closely. Do not stray for one second, is that clear?" he told her, but when Killian took a step forward as if to join them, Zannrick's icy blue eyes cut like daggers towards him.
"You will remain here."
But it was the Grand Duke's voice that interjected now as he said, "Allow the soldier to go with you."
Zannrick turned to Calent with a bow.
"It would be wise he know the layout of the West Wing as well. He will be a guest here as well. And his position will be discussed once the mage is settled." And with a nod, he gestured for Zannrick and them to leave.
Turning around, Zannrick remained a cold figure head, leading both Killian and Solita through each winding hall. He pointed out the areas she could not go to, what her boundaries were, and all of the rules. They were simple enough- remain in the West Wing on this floor, and go no where else. There was plenty on this floor, though it consisted of guest rooms primarily, and a music room at the end of the Hall. Though the Grand Duke had many music rooms, as they passed it, Zannrick informed her, "This is the Grand Duke's personal music hall." And he looked to Killian as he said, "Neither are permitted without the Grand Duke's word."