Jaren slowed down, seeing a person ahead, one of the castle's women heading towards the same door that had been his destination. His pace died off quickly, slowing to a crawl as he saw the small hand reach up and rap upon the heavy frame. His fist clutched the book tighter, curling it around another inch, he stepped aside, angling behind the line of that woman's periphery, keeping as out of sight as possible in the hall. His eyes narrowed, watching as the door opened slowly...<br/><br/>The door cracked open. With a creeking squeel a blast of hot air rushed out to greet the princess. Inside a fire roared, crackling loudly. The woman was bundled up in heavy furs still, despite the heat of the room. Not a bead of sweat appeared on her brow. She breathed raggedly, trembling as she peered out at the princess.<br/><br/>"... your desires, lady?"