Diane's slumber was filled with dreams that would normally confuse her. Images of Honore, naked and entanged with her in bed. Images of herself pleasuring others under Honore's instruction. Confusing images of her brother calling out to her, whispering in her ear words of a lover. As if her mind were rebelling, she could see Lord Martinez taking Gavin's place. Finally, in deep sleep, she saw herself as she had never imagined herself to be. Like Honore, she was a confident woman, one who knew how to use her sexuality. She saw herself helping Gavin rule by using her charms on visiting lords. She was a femme fatal.<br/><br/>***********<br/><br/>After seeing his father, Gavin walked briskly to find Eloran. When he did, he said, "You will watch over my father. I want only your trusted men to get his food and bring it up from the kitchens. Have someone taste it before he eats or drinks. Let no one enter alone. If he wakes up and, for some insane reason, wants to finish his meetings, keep an eye on the remaining delegates. If my father so much as burps while they are there, they are to leave. Everything he ate, drank or touched is to be brought into question. Nothing is to pass his bedroom doors without you investigating it. Do you understand?"<br/><br/>He signaled for the Ritter Hex to move about their new jobs. "I also want the Comtesses brought to my chambers. I will talk to them about this assassin plot myself." With that, he left for his rooms.<br/><br/>********<br/><br/>Ritter Hasglow watched Prince Tansen. "YOu wanted to know what was going on," he said. "I am not at liberty to reveal all, but the security of the palace might be breached. For your own safety, we would ask that you and the other delegates remain in the feast hall. Either there, or in your rooms. It is your choice, highness."