She ached to follow Khalida from the room.  To sit in on the meeting that was taking place just down the hall and meet the infamous Lady Mihriban whom she had yet to see for more than a moment, let alone actually speak to.  That would have to change in the near future.  She was the heir to the throne and she would be in the forefront of any decisions being made during the coming war.  At least her curiosity would be satisfied eventually, but for now there were duties to attend to.<br/><br/>Cat pulled her attention back to Gamun, pushing her curiosity aside with concerted effort so that she could concentrate on what he said.  Hope was an ember within her.  She had come to believe that her dreams were a curse that she would have to live with for the rest of her life.  She would be known as the mad queen when they finally drove her to insanity, but now there was that one, tiny, precious glimmer of hope.<br/><br/>“Anything would be of great help Lord Gamun,” she murmured, her words heartfelt.  “I must confess that I had given up hope of ever gaining any semblance of control over that aspect of my power.  Your timely arrival seems truly Godsent.”<br/><br/>The King nodded slightly in respect and approval towards Cat before turning back to Gamun.  “You must have traveled a great distance.  Allow Catáryn to arrange a room for you in the guest wing for now.  If my Champion desires your presence elsewhere other arrangements can of course be made.”<br/>