Josceline rolled her eyes as Allen spoke. He was always so well spoken and proper, every word he said rolled off the tip of his tongue with grace. Only one thing sparked her interest, this Kyle Marlon character. She looked up at him now, tears gone from her face, and said, â€œThis seems promising. Most likely he will be able to help me along in this hard time.â€ A hit of a smile curved at her lips.<br/><br/>â€œMy lady,â€ Josceline turned her head to see who it was. It was Gabby, her lady in waiting, walking up to the bench and stopping a good ten feet away from it. â€œMy lady, it is past your bed time. Look, the sun is going down! Your fatherâ€™s funeral is tomorrow and you must get rest.â€<br/><br/>Josceline looked over at the setting sun and scowled. â€œLeave me, Gabby. I shall be up soon. Now go!â€ When she left Josceline stood up and gestured for Allen to fallow her as she walked to the castle. â€œNow tell me what you know about this Kyle Marlon and the Red Rebellion. Father had kept much information about them from me.â€