Arden had accompanied her captors quietly. She had the spirit of willingness to fight, but lacked any kind of martial skills without her magic -- and she wasn't willing to put her parents or any of the other members of the royal household at risk. Not after the news of Moira had reached them. Not after all they'd lost already.<br/><br/>Arden had been separated from her parents as the castle was stormed. She'd heard word of their official surrender but had not been permitted to see them again before being foisted up onto the back of a large warhorse and spirited away. Typically Arden would have tried to fight back or to escape, even without her magic, but along the trip, it had begun to rain and she realized... She couldn't<i>feel</i>it. She could hear the rain, she could smell it, and of course, the pit-pat of raindrops in her hair and on her skin was there, but<i>inside</i>of her, deep in her chest where she felt the wind, the rain, and the sun...it was silent. Arden was so stunned by this that she did not have the wherewithal to struggle, letting the armored brute who'd been tasked with transporting her drop her rather carelessly before his queen.<br/><br/>Locks of fiery hair had pulled loose in the chaos and her dress was dirty and ripped. Arden barely noticed as she climbed to her feet, ignoring the cold dismissal she was given.<br/><br/>"What have you done to me?" she demanded, anger filling the empty space where shock had been earlier. Without thinking she took a step towards her captor but was immediately brought up short by large weapons crossing her path, wielded by even larger soldiers glaring down at her.