Roger wandered to and fro in the maze getting angrier all the time. Damm this! When I get out I swear I will have my revenge on her, and it will be bloody. He heard footsteps and three royal guards came into view with drawn swords. "I was looking for you. I'm hopelessly lost in this maze, and I was wondering," Without a sound, one of them swung his sword at him and he leapt back just in time. "What's wrong? Why are you angry?" He drew his sword, backed himself into a dead end, so that none of them could sneak up on him from behind, and began to fight a strange silent battle.
The first he cut down quite easily, but the second slashed his arm and opened a gash on his cheek before he was able to trip and skewer him, and the third nearly managed to stab him through the chest before he was disposed of. Staggering, bleeding from several small cuts and stabs, he finally managed to find his way out of the maze, swearing as he went, and sneaked into a bedroom to tear up a sheet to bind his wounds with.
The Queen looked with love at her daughter as she walked away and motioned a guard to her. "Follow my daughter at a distance, and if that Roger shows up again and bothers her, make him go away."