"If I could move the mountains and it made you happy I would do it." If he were honest to himself he would let her kill him if it meant she'd be able to be safe and happy. "Follow me, if you're ready for this." He waited for her reply before leading her into the castle.<br/><br/>Inside the castle he took her to the kitchens where an older woman was kneading bread for the next day.<br/>"Wya, I need your help. This is Colette."<br/><br/>"I know who she is." The woman was staring at the pair of them fiercely, but even as she spoke and took them in her tone softened. "She's not safe here."<br/><br/>"Not as herself. Help me bring her in as someone else. I hate having to hide her as anyone but who she is, but that would never go over. Please Wya." The woman looked at the prince's face and then at Colette's before finally nodding.<br/><br/>"You two love each other. I can see it. Same look your mother had when she met your father. Suppose we'll have to make it seem as if you were already on your way before the King died. We'll say you got waylaid on your way for the Ball. I know who can bring you in, I'll take you to him after I finish tomorrow's bread." She gestured to the dough.