I admit, I was conflicted. 

On the one hand, I joined the guard in no small part because I wished to rise on my own merits, rather than the privilege of my birth. I might be a bit vain on my looks, though I've had enough interest by the fairer sex for it to be considered a relatively safe bet I was handsome. I might be gifted in various other areas as well, a quick study and a skilled blade, but I would rather prove I can be of use to the wider galaxy, rather than merely reap the benefits of my familial luck. On the other hand, however, I had a weakness for attention, and the Colonel had given me this equine had he not? What were they supposed to think? I had, in fact, halted the Ork WAAAGH before it had even begun, along with my platoon. Should I not also milk this opportunity? 

As I watched the planetary Governor and her entourage of courtiers and ministers descending the stairs to greet me, I felt a healthy middle ground was the best path at this juncture. I glanced behind me, and to my surprise, the regiment was forming at my wings, as if I were the Colonel. I saw the Colonel's Salamander, but my look was too brief to spot him amongst the officers. An aide took my reins, and I dismounted with one, fluid movement.  

"Colonel, you do us great honor by presenting yourself on such a fine beast," a man said. Kayden guessed he was the chief minister judging by his apparel and ornamentation. 

"Kalazar, look again," The Governess said. It had to be her. Blonde of hair with an ageless look one recieved from rejuvenat treatment, and a red diadem on her brow. "He does not appear to be the commander." This caused a number of murmurs amongst her entourage, but they knew better than to interrupt. I knew better than to try and outsmart her, and so I decided to give a simple version of the truth that was merely skewed. Around us, the column and the palace guard had taken their positions, ensconcing us in rows upon rows of watching men. "Who greets us instead of the Colonel, as is tradition?" 

"I am lord Kayden Caladwarden." I saw their brows raise and visages ease at the pronouncement of my aristocratic blood. "Lieutenant of the 2nd Gendermes and Prince of Abelorn. My Colonel was gracious enough to allow me his place of honor, as I distinguished myself, along with my men, on Kaurava III against an Ork WAAAGH. He knew I had some small skill with a thoroughbred and allowed me to requisition this fine steed in his infinite generosity, boorish though I am. Allow me to say, my lady, I have heard tales of your beauty and they have not done you justice." I then genuflected in a manner only a painting could give justice. Perhaps I was laying it on a bit thick, but to my surprise, I was not met with acceptance or denial, but a laugh. The Governess gave a delightful chortle, and bade I rise before her. 

"Very good, my Lord. I look forward to hearing of your exploits. I can forgive this transgression from the flattery alone." She said.