Aulfr turned as Aleksandra emerged from the window. He slid his mastercrafted sword into its sheath, and glanced down at his attire at the same time she did. He sighed as she did, surprising himself with their synchronization. He mulled over that word for a moment- he didn't remember it learning it anywhere.

So he shrugged at little piece, replying, "Yeah, 'nother feast. Be there soon, and don't take so damned long next time with your hunts- if you miss a feast, people'll start talking. Deal with it."

Stepping towards the doorway, slipping a fifth knife into his fifth hiding place, he said by way of farewell, "See you."

He unlocked and opened the door, and exited a moment later, shutting the door. Turning around, he strode down the hallway, a guard falling in behind him, presumably ordered by his father as a sort-of escort if his usual escort- Aleksandra- wasn't there. His way of trying to say he still had power over him. As he turned down another hall, he felt his sixth sense tingling- a moment later, the even clatter of the soldier's plate-and-chain armor shifted, and Aulfr was pivoting to the side out of instinct. 

The guard's sword slashed through the air, from a cut he started as he drew his sword, where Aulfr just was. 

By the time the guard had recovered, and was starting to swing at the ridiculously dressed Aulfr, he had already whipped out a knife and thrown it.

The guard sputtered and cried out as he dropped, knife through the most obvious weakness- his helmet, or more specifically, his eye. Aulfr watched him go down, before calling out for the guards. Moments later, two soldiers rounded the corner to find Aulfr pulling the knife out of the guard's eye. 

"He's a traitor. Toss him in the garbage, after you remove his gear." He gestured for the soldiers to do as he told them, and set off onwards to the feast.

Striding confidently into the feast- already a tad bit late from being fashionably late- stopped half of the occupants in the now-cluttered room. About six dozen people milled about, the closer ones turning to watch Aulfr stride in. The ladies were clad in similarly colored dresses of fine cloth, accented by gold or purple silk hanging from sleeves, bodices, and silk ribbons used to lace up their corsets and the like- not too terribly unlike what Aleksandra's first set of clothing here.

So apparently she's made a new fad. Good for her- it'll only help to increase their hatred and jealousy for her and her position.

He smiled and greeted his allies, smiled and crushed the hands of his frenemies, and bore through a dozen ladies and their attempts to seduce and/or partner with him in more than the usual manner. He took it all with the same smile, his eyes giving away approval, pleasure, or cold warning when required. Everything was about the eyes, here- even the brutes of the brutes kept themselves moderated. An armed society is a polite society- every single man had at least a sword, and every single noblewoman carried at least a small dirk in the open. It was not uncommon for one of the rougher nobles to be floored by the dagger of a displeased woman.

But no one wanted to risk Aulfr's prolonged attention, today. Already, whispers of an attempted- and quickly failed- assassination was spreading. Probably the servants- no one noticed the servants until they were at their elbow, saying something. And even then, usually not.

Eventually, he made his way up to his father's side, and stood in front of his chair, waiting for his escort to arrive. Meanwhile, he [s]tortured[/s] entertained his father with the tale of nearly being assassinated by one of the castle guard. Proposterous, no? Aulfr made it clear that he'd have to start reviewing the guard, now, and replacing any suspicious soldiers with the newly trained Wolfguard- Aulfr's soldiers, that he had been training for some time now.