Soft, slippered feet made a gentle shushing sound as the girl made her way through the palace. Furious shouts echoed through the halls, causing her to lower her graceful, pale brunette eyebrows. Father was angry; it had to be the Kes'nal, those filthy animals... They were destroying her land, raping her people, ruining HER kingdom...<i>My fathers' kingdom...</i>she corrected herself silently, glad she had not spoken those words aloud. She loved her father, but his rage was a fierce thing, and she did not value finding out what he would do should he know she already considered his kingdom hers.<br/><br/>"Your Excellency." the seneshal murmured, appearing at her elbow. "Your father should not be disturbed. He is... unhappy." the man looked unhappy himself. The King had already executed ONE man in a fit of rage. What was to stop him from killing another?<br/><br/>"I<i>will</i>see my father." she replied in an icy voice, bright grey eyes sparkling as she tipped her nose up haughtily. Leaving the poor man to follow in her wake, she waited for the doors to be opened for her. "Your Grace, her Excellency, the esteemed Morigan." the seneshal announced nervously, dropping to his knees. Morigan, princess, daughter of King Leonidis, remained standing for a long moment, before she too took a knee. "You Grace." she said softly, lowering her head and waiting for his permission to stand.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>