"Yes, you are right Allen. It is a tad bit sore," Taya says loud enough for him to hear only. "Tomorrow could be quite taxing as well." Several of the maids had been waiting for her majesty to depart, taking off when they see Taya ready to leave. They are rather astounded when they find all the windows thrown open and the latches for them missing. Taya of course knows that it's probably Allen's handiwork. She knows something is up, seeing as her ever faithful servant doesn't make a point of running around with his sword strapped to his waist for no good reason. However, she has been known to sleep walk, which is what's troubling her at the moment.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BF0000">Antoinette looked closely over the visiting monarch. "I suppose he does have a short of boyish charm to him. I wonder how old he is? I've heard that he does love to travel. Perhaps he has gained some fighting skills along the way?" She nods to her father as he motions for her to get into their carriage first. Once safely inside, she turns to him again. "How is your leg father? Is it paining you any?"</span>