(Well, if her father is still alive, I think Prowl would become less likely to slit his throat than if her father was dead. Her shame would probably keep her away from her kingdom, a self-imposed banishment, especially if the king was still alive and made it known. That would give her more reason to stick with Maximus and erode her distrust of him over time. It'd allow the possibility of a relationship where feelings, not oaths, are what keeps them together. Besides, I have no desire to go full Mongol on the war wolves and kill innocents, that'd stain Maximus beyond redemption.)
Maximus didn't reply, waiting until Prowl's back was turned to him before hastily taken off his barbaric armor and putting on the much more civilized set. The white leather was similar to Prowl's armor, but it was decorated in different patterns, and sized to fit the tall, lanky warlord perfectly. Silver trimmed the edges, and the armor boasted several finely woven cloth accents. A green cape hung from the shoulders of the armor, reaching almost to the floor, trimmed in silver, and there was a green sash with silver trim that went from the left shoulder to the right hip, whilst there was also a silver trimmed green kama at the waist. The use of green, white, and silver trim gave the warlord a surprisingly regal appearance, contrasting sharply with his earlier image. The decorated silver spear he now carried did little to detract from Maximus's appearance. "No, you wouldn't be my bodyguard. I don't trust you enough, and you don't trust me. However, I have no doubt that there are those out there whom I would find worthy enough to entrust with my safety, hence my gaining a bodyguard. Anyways, I rather hope to avoid that outcome, so why not focus on how to do that, exactly? You said he thinks of his people first, in what ways? What needs does the king know he cannot meet?"