The remaining occupants of the castle had scrambled to action upon seeing the fighting, a surge of hope and excitement coursing through their veins as they recognised the new oncoming riders as allies and not foes. She had quickly dispatched one of the men to get the drawbridge down, a risky move in her mind as she did not wish to allow any of the attackers into her haven, however she couldn't leave the outnumbered mass out there to succumb as they tried to fight for her and her freedom. The man had heaved and grunted as he pushed the wheel slowly at first, it stiff from age but eventually with a jolt it gave way, sending the drawbridge crashing down to meet the earth, allowing the riders to swarm into the main courtyard, the sound of hooves on cobbles echoing back to her ears.<br/><br/>Her gaze wandered over to the stairwell as her expression filled with curiosity upon the mention of name and as the jeers filled her ears. She pushed herself gently away from the window, and she gathered her skirts in her hands, beginning to make her way slowly down the winding staircase. Elizabeth exited the building and walked into the courtyard, squinting slightly as her eyes adjusted to the light.<br/>It wasn't difficult to guess who was their leader. He stood out, like a beacon guiding sailors home on a choppy night. He was tall of stature, his shoulders wide and full of muscle, and his face was different from the usual brutes you found in the force, it was actually handsome. There was no doubt he had seen his fair share of action, his face was covered in a mask of dirt that looked like it had never been removed, and she was sure scars or cuts could be found under it.<br/><br/>"And who might you be?" She asked, finally lowering her heavy skirts to the floor once she was positioned across the court from him, her face tilted curiously as her eyes roamed over him and his men.<br/>"Who sent you also? I want to know why you are here, and what your intentions might be. I don't remember sending for any help." Her voice left no room for error, and with a flick of the wrist, she quickly dismissed her remaining staff back into the castle, so they didn't have to stand out here in the bitter spring morning, or have to listen to the still approaching sounds of war.<br/>The Lady couldn't help herself but approach one of the closer steeds, holding a gentle and fair hand out to the mighty beast, his big dumb lips eagerly pressing into her hand. She didn't allow herself to be distracted for too long, twisting her body so she could keep her wary eyes focused on his towering frame while she waited for his incoming answers.