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The last thing Rosalind had remembered, before falling unconscious was Alexander pleading with her to leave the drawing room. But she couldn't leave him in such a state. Before she could have even thought of leaving him be, or left the drawing room; it was already too late. As she laid on the ground; darkness seemed to have swallowed her. Her body almost totally limp as one of the guards had carried her outside. Her head hanging, as the guard carried her. Unable to keep her head against his chest in a comfortable way. Whilst the Princess was breathing, there was a small injury to the back of her head from where the shadows had knocked her away from Alexander and against the coldness of the floor. Despite being brought to safety, no one was safe just yet. It seemed like the chaos followed them outside. Her arm hanging over the side of the cot, that she was placed upon once outside. Her chest slowly rising and falling, with slow breaths.

In the chaos, Rosalind's shadow still seemed to be alive. Her shadow not only searching for the King's...but also for the one responsible off this chaos.

[Color=Gold] "But your highness, you must rest. The medics are checking that she is unharmed." [/Color] One of the servants tried to plead with the King. Concerned that the King himself was hurt and unstable, after what had happened inside of the castle walls. Surprised just as everyone else, that the King seemed to be so highly concerned for the Princess. They had never known him to care for anyone, to such a degree. Hence their shock.

Meanwhile, the castles' medics were standing over the Princess. Checking the wound on the back of her head. There had appeared to be small bleeding, from the wound. So they had cleaned the wound, making sure it wouldn't get infected. Before wrapping a bandage around. The Princess was truly in a vulnerable state herself. Probably much to the evil servant's happiness; that Rosalind was a victim of the chaos she had brought upon everyone, by harming Alexander. Rosalind's shadow still moving by it's own will almost, almost like her shadow had sensed the dangerous former servant lurking amongst the crowd; her shadow slowly began to circle around the servant in question. Almost like Rosalind's shadow was trying to draw attention to the woman that was responsible for all of this. Pointing out the 'enemy' that was hiding within plain sight.

Unware of how much time had passed, Rosalind was slowly coming around after what felt like hours. Waking up with a groan. Her head spinning from the throbbing pain. Almost falling out of the cot in panic, when she found herself outside. But a servant managed to steady the cot, preventing the Princess from falling right out. [Color=Lightseagreen] "Is Alexander alright? He...he was hurt." [/Color] More worried about the King and his state, than herself. For she hated to see someone in such a state, like she had found Alexander. Fearing, that someone was out to get him, and wanted to hurt him. Rubbing her temple, that seemed to be throbbing in pain. A strange warm light seemed to penetrate from the tip of her fingers. It was a soft light, in it's warmth. But bright enough to resemble star light. The light seemed to wash over the nearest shadows; calming them and the chaos around.