Saphira awoke later feeling rather odd. She yawns and stretches, asking her maid to prepare a bath for her. She rubbed her face and pulled her hair back while sitting up. She looked outside, seeing the sun was getting low. She saw a few royal carriages arriving and the passengers being delegated rooms and being informed of her illness. Saphira sighed deeply wondering which king really wanted their son to be a kind prince or were just here to tie the kingdoms together so they can share in the wealth of Areth.