Admiral, I really must protest you allowing Lord Larsa on a mission like this, at least without me! The Society assigned me to be his guardian! He's a prince, and you're allowing him to go on a dangerous mission that could possibly end with him killed!
I'm sorry, sir, but I must ask that you either allow me to go with him, or not send Lord Larsa!
Lord Larsa, please come to my cabin? I don't like that the Admiral is firing on those poor pirates and since I am your protector for now, I'd feel better if you were with me right now!
Lord Larsa, you'll never guess what my new assignment is! I've been asked by the Society to look out for you, since Mister Al-Cid isn't here any more! You don't mind, do you?
Dear Mother, Father, Big Big Brother, Middle Big Brother, Little Big Brother, Big Big Sister, Middle Big Sister, Little Big Sister and all my nieces and nephews (I'd write them out, but I might run out of paper!),