Marian stayed close, taking note of the names as she went by, each time, in case. By rote and habit. You never knew when you might need someone. Duty, and the rigors and rules to the roles of it.

Even if she likely isn't required it, Marian stood straighter, walked smoother, hands folding behind her, as she was following Amy in. Somewhere between the name and the fact, regardless of everything else said before this moment, she was still meeting a King.