She was on all fours and trembling... her hand scratched from the wolf bite, her ears ringing from the two pistol shots, she was covered in the blood of the wolf that was about to rape her a moment before...  Something inside her finally snapped from the day of fleeing and bloodshed and her voice squeaked out but steadily grew into a blood-curdling scream of frustration and angst.  She sobbed a moment, staring at the ground with wide eyes as she realized the full scope of the last several hours long before she was prepared.  Realizing how close all of them had just come to death or worse and convinced it was all her fault.  She had led them to this.  This would be on her conscience if things went wrong.  She had to be a better leader.  She had to be like daddy and find the right choices to keep them all safe.  They were depending on her!  HER!  Her family may as well be considered dead.  She knew that she was all that was left of the royal line.  Beyond the power that granted her in high society, wherever that may now be, she barely cared.  These three were looking to her for leadership, and she hardly felt up to the task.  What if she led them astray again?  What if the wolves came back?  What if they were not the worse thing in these woods?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>