She turned the corner and paused by the frightened-looking page looking up at her with wide eyes. She smiled and rustled the feathers on his head before continuing on. The boy had been instrumental in getting her access to her father's letters in the first place. The least she could do was order him to inform on her so he wouldn't be punished. Growing up alone and isolated in the castle did not make much time for friends, so she made do with the children of the castle servants, many of whom had long since adopted the roles of their parents. She had long since learned the value of keeping friends amongst the ones responsible for cleaning up after you.