"My chamber. Emilia, look to--" But too late: in bustles a servant who stops short, evidently surprised not to find the chamber empty. His surprise resolves into further confusion: a guest? a bird?

"Go you, sirrah," Harry says abruptly, forcing his attention away from Feuilly and Emilia. "See my sword brought to me, and if I am away, trouble not, but leave it here."

The commands come quite naturally, the air of power that has no use in Milliways settling on him once again with some ease. He may not be accustomed yet to being prince, but he has been a nobleman all his life. The servant bows and retreats and once, and Harry turns to Feuilly with a satisfied expression that falters slightly when it occurs to him that such displays might very well be a topic upon which Feuilly has Opinions.