Fair point and she bows her head to it, a slight gesture. Her eyes are still, as ever, on him.

"In my home, there is no difference. When the Queen rode to battle, her women rode with her. They flanked her, they battled beside her. When she yelled her war cries, they were the first to respond." A shrug, brief, light. "Besides, forgive me if I do not know your land as well as my own, is there a difference for guarding a Countess and daughter of an Emperor than to the front lines?" She laughs, her own private joke, it is bitter and older than she has any right to. She had not ruled in honesty to have anyone attempt on her life in a less than open way. But even that useless woman in England had many attempts on her life.