Once Diane was slumbering, HonorÃ¨ slowly removed herself from the girl's side and went back to the servants, ordering the retrieval of one of her own servants, Nicole by name. Once that was done, she had the bath removed, as well as had a new gown for Diane brought in. A matter of certain niceties before Nicole arrived with a change in dress for HonorÃ¨. Nicole was built similar to HonorÃ¨ with a lighter chestnut color to her hair. It was enough of a semblance that Diane wouldn't startle too much immediately upon leaving her dreams. Nicole had been with her the longest, and was who she deemed the most trustworthy. That did not, however, stop her from leaving her with some very vivid descriptions of what she'd do to Nicole should ANY harm befall Diane while in her care. Nicole was also to instruct Diane upon waking of HonorÃ¨'s instructions.<br/><br/>"Tell her that I've had you remain while I speak to her brother. Tell her to replace the ribbon, and assist her with it, taking your usual care. Give her another cup of the wine." This time, taking the care to have another cup of wine sent, and putting a milder dose of the medicine within. It would not make her sleepy, only more pliable to HonorÃ¨. It would not work without a good deal of trust in the person you were around, but those people you trusted you were more likely to do anything, even more so than usual. "You are the only one to assist her with her dress. Make sure she trusts you. You will be her big sister in regards to the training. You know what to expect. " With Nicole's head nod and reply, HonorÃ¨ patted her on the head fondly.<br/><br/>"Good girl. Now assist me in dressing and once I leave, go wait by her bed for her to awaken." Once adorned properly, the long tresses of hair pulled back into a quick lover's knot, she made her way out to the corridors once more. She would have preferred her braids, but they would take too long to put up, and the long hair was currently too much frustration for her to deal with calmly. In that regard, her sister had more patience than she. Perhaps that was why she dabbled where she did. But once outside, she saw the guards and Ritter Hex moving every which way, and she wasn't sure what to think about what was going on.<br/><br/>"Where can I find, his highness Prince Gavin?", she inquired of one of them.<br/><br/>"Comtesse de Morhban?<br/><br/>HonorÃ¨ was taken aback. Were they looking for her and/or her twin, for some reason? Her response was hesitant a purpose. "Yes, I am one of the Comtesse de Morhban."<br/><br/>"Come with me." Not like she was given any option, as one took her roughly by the arm, and began leading her back Prince Gavin's chambers, his manner curt and almost to the point of rudeness. The Ritter Hex were on high alert, it seemed.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, you do not need to handle me so roughly."<br/><br/>A glare was returned to her, with which she gave its equal back. She would not be cowed by a servant too far above his station. But his grip did not release. "Security has been breached and the prince wishes to see you and your sister immediately about it." He made it sound as if she and her twin were the ones who were the threat, and not that they had been trying to prevent it. Misunderstandings abound, it seemed. Then again, if you tell one person only that you want to see someone about an assassination, it was a likely conclusion if you weren't inclined to think about the fact that this one person had been sharing a private walk and breakfast with the son of the person who was in danger. Then again, perhaps it was.<br/><br/>Whatever the case, the Ritter Hex arrived at the door to the Prince's chamber with HonorÃ¨ unhappily in tow. She may not have bruised easily on her face, but the same could not be said of her arm. Already it felt tender.