Vesna sighed happily to herself as they broke apart. She really hated him, really really, damn him. She frowned slightly at his words, realising she needed to sit him and his Legion down and talk to him properly about her political machinations and plannings. Still she smiled at his final statement. 

"Yes I did and I will do it again." Rubbing noses with him gently before her face became serious.

"But about the King... you cant tell him anything Sweet, he's too close to the source of this, we need to keep the failure of the ambush a secret until I can arrange something. There is a feast soon in the Royal hall, I am naturally invited and so would you be but if I can keep your survival a secret until the feast itself then I can watch for the ones disturbed by your apparent good health when you attend. After that I will be able to follow more paths of inquiry and you can do your duty and... inform the families, along with the King."

She sighed sadly, she was no ice queen, the blood of her kin being spilt was something she deeply regretted. She gently slipped off his lap and readjusted her dress. "For now rest up, and go apologise to Gron, he's managed to survive this long through our erratic affair, he deserve praise and probably a medal." She grinned sideways at him and took his arm before leading him back to the castle.