Lauralye nodded to Robert and pulled herself onto her horse and rode side saddle. She fixed her cloak to sit on the horse's back before they took to trotting. She looked as the city came into view. It wasn't a long way from the palace, a mere few minute ride but it was strange all the same. It had been years since she rode down this path. The last memory she had of it was her mother getting killed. She urged her horse into a gallop, not wanting to deal with the memories. 

When she arrived in the city, people immediately started circling them. None of them would really recognize her... But they could see the crown on her head and assume. She looked down at them all, "The King is gone," She said in a loud but gentle voice, "He is not dead... but I have asked for him to leave our country... For the last twelve years, he has not been treating you as he should. I know many of you don't know me and the few who might probably don't remember me... I was your Princess and now I am your Queen and I hope you will let me protect you... I wish to serve you as you have me.... And I wish to start by inviting anyone who has lost their home to this war or any other to my home in the palace."