Soon, hears a knock at her door, and the voice of one of the hand maidens calling to her. "Your highness, it's time to leave. Are you ready?"<br/><br/>Stands up, not even trying to hide the intense sadness that hung over her like a dark cloud on the horizon. She knew her brother wouldn't lie to her about the odds of her being married off. He would never lie to her about anything. If anyone existed she could trust without fear it was Henrik. The idea of being given off before she could fight by his side killed a part of her, but like a cornered dog, she would nurse her wounds. She wasn't going to marry anyone she didn't want to, and she would find a way to accomplish that. But the idea of her brother having to do that made her even sadder, she'd never want an arranged marriage for anyone who wasn't keen to the idea.<br/><br/>However, she knew Henrik would make good on his word. He would help her find a way to explore and be herself, she just hoped that it would not put him in the line of fire from their mother and father.<br/><br/>Steps out of the room, "I'm as ready as I'll ever be, but I plan to set this damned dress on fire." laughs a little at the expression on the hand maiden's face, one that was stunned at the language coming out of Lenally's royal mouth. "What? Surely this is nothing new for you to hear coming from me." chuckles a little, feeling only a little better, and heads towards where her family would be gathering to set off on their journey.<br/><br/>She walks as if she's heading towards her own funeral, complete with a glum face, and drooping shoulders.