Genevieve walked into the cave behind him and began to brush away some of the leaves. She picked them up and put them into the fire to help for kindling. She had no idea if the dry things would help the flames, but it was either that or walking outside and throwing them on the ground. She sat down and leaned back against the wall. She closed her eyes as she took a few deep breaths. She was so tired and her thoughts were driving her completely nuts. What was her mother doing at the moment? She was she already dead or were they preparing her for a nighttime execution? Or was she still sitting in that lonely and damp cell thinking about the daughter that had abandoned her. There was nothing to do and this made the Princess' heart hurt.

The worst part was she should have stayed back and fought. Surely she could have gotten her mother out and made a break for it...right? She ran a hand through her hair and then stared at the small fire before her.