<span style="color: #FF0000">"Well father, your teasing about meeting a boy in the woods wasn't entirely unfounded. You won't believe who I came across while riding along the creek." Antoinette leans forward to be able to whisper in her father's ear. "The prince, Kyle Marlon himself." She stood straight up again. "I bet her majesty is having one heck of a tizzy right about now."</span><br/><br/>"Yes Allen, I figured out she is an assassin when she offered to leave me chilling my heels in the hallway in a pool of my own blood. It's bit late for that warning." Taya waits impatiently for him to start dressing Vesta's wound.