<div align="center"><em><strong>~Zalania, readying for the road again~</strong></em></div><br/>The language that Lenally boasted was indeed something that one would easily be able to hear upon the training grounds, or the guards mess, or even the stables. Zalania thought it quite amusing, and simply found it endearing. The young Princess knew how she wanted to be, and was bound and determined to have it thus. Catching the wave and sly grin directed in her direction over Henriks shoulder, a glint of shining eyes Lenally would see as her cowled head bowed at the Princess. Soon enough it was obvious that the Prince was caught up around people that would watch him carefully, and she had managed to slip off, leaving Bad Horse at in the capable hands of a trusted boy, trusted by both woman and steed.<br/><br/>Steady steps would finally bring her to her private chambers, actually quite near to Henriks. As his personal bodyguard she was awarded such amenities. She gave word to a servant to have a hot bath drawn for her. The door finally shut, gloves would be removed and tossed onto the one luxury she did allow herself, the massive four poster bed, soft down mattress, large down pillows, huge down comforter. As much ass she was very capable of sleeping on the ground with her saddle as a pillow, she did love the fluff of her bed.<br/><br/>Slender digits eased the cowl from her youthful visage, and locks of curling white tumbled free. Swords at her back and knives in wrist sheathes would be eased off, and set atop the large chest at the foot of the bed, where she sat and removed knives from her boots, along with the footwear next. The bath had been filled quickly enough, and bare feet carried her within her bathing chamber, to remove the rest of her clothing. Beneath it all, few had rarely seen, was a decidedly feminine figure. Milky flesh, sweet swell of hips, muscled arms and legs. Her hair swept against the tops of tight hillocks, errant curls kissing against high breasts.<br/><br/>Beneath her silence, her cunning, her ease at killing was indeed a rather lovely woman. With a sigh of satisfaction she would sink beneath the water, steam rising around her, and she would work on shutting everything out, even if it was but for a few moments before she would need to ready herself once more.