Eliza had dismounted before the fighting cold get too close to her, the guards trying to protect her only because they still had to. That would change once her half brother Grif found out about their father's death. Then she'd be alone truly alone, only to go back to her original home place the slums in the capital. Her guards were quickly taken down, she wished Nicoli was here he would have protected her better than anyone else could. Most of the men with her were young barley trained aside from her lead guard they were quickly subdued. Men and animal a like wounded her heart went out to them, she wanted to go to them and heal. As the men approached her Eliza backed up looking back then to the sides she couldn't get any where before they caught her. Who knows what these men would if she ran. She saw what was happening around her, keeping her hands far from her weapon.<br/><br/>Aedon Castle wasn't that some one dealing with the true hair to the throne? She couldn't think to be clear. "Let me help them they are wounded. Please I want no more blood shed or lives lost" she pleaded with them though they weren't listening to her. The ropes tied around her wrist cut into her a bit, then the gag.<i>The gods I'm going to my death now. </i>She thought to herself some how managing to keep herself calm and not start crying. She never asked for this she was doing just fine before the lord found out she was his bastard. He took her from her mother, after a fire had burnt the brothel her mother worked at down. She placed on a horse to make the trek to where