Théadan was always so accommodating to her if she was not being a pain or being unreasonable that Navia was not surprised to hear him say he was fine with staying in her chambers. That he wanted a view and a bed for them was amusing though, and she started to smirk over at him knowingly until he mentioned the thickness of the walls. Laughing, Navia shook her head, “It should not be an issue.” She had never heard anything from any other rooms from the solitude of her chambers. The only time they could end up having issues with being heard would be if they found themselves up against the door like they had in the past or out on their balcony. They had already discussed the balcony though, and Navia knew it would be a rush for them if they had the audacity to have sex so out in the open.<br/><br/>The question of what they would do when the arrived was one that Navia had been trying to figure out on her own. “It depends on what everyone is doing right now,” Navia answered truthfully, “If the family is already gathered in the throne room for some reason, then we will go straight there to be announced. If they are not there, we will be made to wait until everyone is gathered. Nobility are always welcomed by the royal family. It won’t be so bad to wait though; I can show you some of the paintings in the grand foyer.” There was art found all over the palace of varying types, but the paintings in the grand foyer showed some of the history of their monarchs. It would entertain them while they waited for her family to gather and welcome her back into their midst. “I’m sure they’ll want to hear everything, so we will have to do some regaling,” Navia chuckled before her expression turned more devious, “Though there will be much we’ll need to leave out about our history together. I can’t imagine my brothers wanting to know how…active we are.”<br/><br/>It did not take long for them to reach the wall separating the city from the palace. Her childhood home loomed over the wall, casting a shadow on the homes and shops surrounding it. There was a large gate that could be closed to protect the palace from an attack, but it was usually only closed at night, so it was not difficult at all for them to lead their horses into the confines of the palace. Gravel led up to the immaculately white front steps with a raised pond in the center. Past the gravel were the gardens, lush and tropical, the trees thick with foliage and busy with the chatter of birds. The sounds of the city were behind them, but it felt calmer inside the walls. “If we stop at the steps, someone can take the horses to the stables for us,” Navia explained as she pointed out for them to go around the pond, “Then we can head inside…”<br/><br/>Nerves and excitement filled her as Navia looked up at her family’s impressive palace. With the closer proximity, the smaller details of the architecture could be seen. It was truly a work of art, the domed roofs ornate around the base and the windows squarely cut until the tops, where they curved. Many had silky curtains catching in the breeze and some had latticework covering them to give the allusion of a window but still providing air. Navia looked to Théadan after giving her home a long look, her mind trying to fully comprehend she was back. Thinking of what would come next, Navia frowned at him slightly, her head tilting to the side a little, “Théadan, do I refer to you as a prince? Is that what you want?” It would provide him some extra leniencies and respect from nobility and servants alike, but she did not know how he felt about that title anymore.