Morigan lay there silently. She could hear the voices of her old wet nurse, Teska, and Arland, her guard. "Teska, what if they blame us for her outburst? We both know how she feels towards the damned mutts..." Arland hissed before falling silent at the sound of approaching feet. "Is she up yet?" The voice was one of her fathers' countless advisers. She listened as they discussed her outburst, chilled, body sore from sleeping in the unfamiliar bed.<br/><br/>Then slowly, she rolled over, placing her feet carefully upon the floor. She winced ever so slightly, standing and reaching out for her dressing down. The soft cotton clothe hid her nakedness as she carefully picked her way out to where the adviser waited. "I do believe I am late." she told him softly, turning and hobbling down the corridor. At first the group following her protested, insisting she get a litter or be carried. Her soft, angry sound silenced those particular protests. When she reached the audience chamber, she waited for Teska to open the door, before allowing Arland to escort her inside. Carefully, she knelt, lowering her head. "Your Grace..."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>