Blythe gave her father a small smile. "It's good to see you home again and well father." She answered, placing her own small hand on top of her fathers. She bid him farewell as he left before turning to her brother with an expectant look. She ran her eyes over her brothers form, relieved to see no serious wounds aside from the one on his cheek. She accepted his hand and left him lead her down the halls of their home. They stopped at the gardens, the sight creating a small pang in the women's heart. It had been so full of life and she could remember running around in this place with Coric while her mother sat on her favorite bench near the roses and smile and laughed with them. However, now that their mother had passed into the next life the garden had slowly died, the flowers not responding to anyone else's care. They died right along with her mother. She knew that Coric still came to the gardens but she didn't have the heart or the strength to come to a place that used to be full of their mother's presence. "Of course." She said to her brother with a smile. "Since I must remain I go on adventures through the stories you bring back with you." 

She took a seat next to him and turned her full attention to him, hands folded in her lap as she waited for him to begin. She listened closely to his recount of the battle and her hands clenched in her lap when he mentioned his wound., relieved that he survived with only that as his price for battling with that madwomen. She gave him a small smile back and promised to celebrate with him on the morrow. She watched his retreating back before she sighed, looking down at the ground. She sat there for a few moments before she went to go find Alden.

She found him pacing by the throne doors and when he spotted her he hurried over. "So what happened? Who was that wild women they brought in?" He questioned. "I think she was the leader of the group attacking the villages. She didn't seem to speak our language so father had her taken to the holding cells below until he could figure out what to do with her." She answered as they began the slow walk to her rooms. The sun had been settling when her father had called for her and now the moon was in it's place in the sky. "Maybe he could hold her hostage and make her people stop attacking the villages." Alden mused as they walked. "Yes, but how will he communicate with them? They know not our words." Blythe pointed out. Her companion was silent a moment before he sighed. "I suppose your right." 

They soon reached Blythe's quarters and Alden stopped her at the door. "I'm going to post guards at your door tonight; I don't feel comfortable leaving you unguarded with that heathen so close." The princess frowned at him. "That's ridiculous. She in a cell in the dungeons with guards posted at the doors. I doubt she'll manage to find her ways to my rooms. We're sort-staffed as it is with the battles and I don't want to contribute to it." She gave him a small smile. "I'll be fine. Good night Alden." She said as she stepped inside. She heard him and whisper a good night back right before she closed the door. 

There was a fire crackling merrily in the grate and a candle was resting on her bedside table. Blythe, not feeling sleepy quite yet, settled down with a book in front of the fire, soon becoming immersed in the words on the page.