When Emmica stepped out of the carriage and smiled at the council that was standing there, the Old men and woman returning it with just as much happiness as she gave to them. One of the men, a stout old fellow who had long white hair and a beard to match, stepped forward, his noble robes showing he was a man of status.
"Your Highness, I am Darren Martin, the woman is Abigail Evvens, and the other fellow is Richard Noxx. We...are the only servants you have in your new castle..." He said, his tone a little saddened at the end.
"He means, As of today, we work for you. If you fear that we are not trustworthy then the princess can speak on our behalf." The old woman said, adjusting her large glasses that rested on her angular face.
Emmica looked to Ivish and nodded her head.
"Ivish, these people are the Council of Rindall, they know the kingdom completely, just like the back of their hands. You can trust them, it is their job to serve the king, no matter who it is."
"Correct as alway, princess." The second man said, his tall lanky figure towering over the other two easily. "In order to preserve the knowledge that our kingdom has it is our duty to make serve the king, even if he has overthrown the former. Though, if you are not comfortable with us then we will leave after giving you a proper idea of how things work around here, as the king it is your choice."