The guard in this time made his way over to his bag once more, crouching down long enough to rummage through it until he found what he needed. With the small parcel clasped firmly in his hand, he straightened up and approached the prince. He would study him for a moment before holding it out towards him. Inside the thin fabric wrappings of the gift from his mother were a couple of small things. One was the pendant which Rose always wore, she had been given it by her mother when she was younger and now she was passing it on to him. Another item was a beautiful, delicate hair tie which she had had specially crafted just for him as a good luck gift on his first time away from the kingdom alone and finally was a ring which had once belonged to her father which she now felt should belong to him.
The guard watched silently, waitng until Micah was ready to attend the feast.