It was him. It had to be him. She recognized that sword, the heretical symbol the only thing that really made her recognize it. She was just about to slide from her horse's back but she froze, hearing movement around her. Her head turned, seeing the archers. It made her realize that she was in danger and if she wasn't careful, she could wind up dead. She needed to assure him that she was no threat. She turned her attention back to him, noticing that he seemed ready to attack her. "W-wait!" She cried out softly, gripping tightly onto the saddle horn to try and steady herself. Her eyes widened and she watched as he prepared to attack her but then his gaze finally landed on her face and he froze. Did he recognize her? Her heat beat furiously in her chest as she gazed down at her from atop her steed.<br/><br/>She frowned at his dismissal, shaking her head in response to his words about an entourage. Of course he wouldn't know, but she was alone. She finally released the horn of the saddle and slid down from the saddle, landing gracefully on her feet before moving towards him. "No, Cromwell. I'm not going back home." She shook her head, a determined look on her face. "I have been looking for you for quite some time and I refuse to head back to the castle now that I've found you. I..I ran away." She stopped in front of him, tilting her head back to look up at him defiantly, showing that she was not to be cowed or chased away.<br/><br/>"My father is not the same man he was. Shortly after you left, he began to change. He wouldn't even see me for meals. I thought it was suspicious and then he finally came to see me, only to tell me that he was forcing me to marry some nobleman. So, I ran. I knew you had to be still alive, so I searched all over for you. It wasn't easy." Honestly, she didn't know what she was expecting by coming here after seeking him out. "You didn't even say goodbye, you know."