<div align="center"><strong><em>Zalania, ready for the road</em></strong></div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/12/C3600cb17a79e7965fcecfe95a98cb2b-d2yrjb4_crop.jpg)</div><br/>Washed, dried, and her clothing and gear cleaned to her specifications, Zalania stood in front of the full length mirror, hues of ice gazing back at herself in silence.  Slow perusal of what she saw, no emotion upon her face. Finally she would sigh softly, lifting the cowl over her head, tucking stray whisps of platinum beneath the hood.<br/><br/>With a sharp turn on a booted heel she would make her way out of her room, the thick door shutting behind her. A flick of her gaze would be afforded to the guards lining the long hallway, and she would make her way towards Henriks room. Her cloak billowed out behind her as her stride was quick, and a scowl would form across her sleek brow as she passed Lenally's room, and heard the sobbing within. The young Princess must have been informed she would need to wear dresses. A purse of her lips and she would make her way to Henriks room, where she would not knock, or make her presence known. Instead, she would simply dismiss with a silent nod of her head the guards at his door, and place herself there instead.<br/><br/>Henrik would know she was there.