Vestas moved slowly, her soft leather boots making no noise as she crossed to the princess's room. Glancing over her shoulder to check that none saw her, she pushed the door upen. The oaken door swung open on oiled hinges, not warning the inhabitant within that her time has come. She walked over to the bed where the blankets were wrapped around a figure. She drew her sword and stabbed down of the princess. Huh? Why is there- She flung the blankets away, revealing a bundle of white towels- no blood?<br/><br/>The next thing she was aware of was that there was a cold line pressed to her throat. "Ah..." Four servants surrounded her, the points of their swords trained on her. Resistance would be... difficult.<br/><br/>The servant from earlier lifted the sword off her collar bone and walked before her and looked her up and down, evaluating her before he snapped his fingers, "Sieze her." Vestas did not even bother to resist, instead she settled for sneering at the servant as her hands were tied behind her back. Later, as she was pushed out of the room, the servant checked the bonds on her wrist before grabbing her, rather painfully by the arm.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Allen replaced shackels on the would-be assassin's wrists, ensuring that she is sealed into her cell and locked before he left. Now, his chores began. He re-entered the princess's room, lifting the blankets and sheets off to allow the bed to dry. He lit the flames in the small fireplace at the far end of the room, mainly to remove the moisture and slightly for his comfort. He dragged himself to an cushioned chair and dropped into it, loosening his tie and removing his coat before falling asleep.