"A pawn and a traitor to your people." Akara said sounding heartless her words choked with her anger and tears brightening her eyes, "Excuse me I find my apatite is rather lacking." She said leaving the table and walking blindly out of the castle and away onto a path that would lead her back to the castle that for now was as much her prison as her home. She kept half an eye on the sky looking for the bastard of a dragon who so arrogantly decided the lives of her people were not worth saving. She didn't understand, she really didn't. She was young she knew but to be so...cold about the death of those she love it was incomprehensible to her.<br/><br/>She found a fallen log right off the edge of the path and sat down covering her face with her hands tears flooding her eyes. It wasn't fair. A year of death, of nothing but pain and despair not knowing weather she'd live to come home or not her hope, her loyalty fully in the hands of her King then she comes back to news of his illness then that he was missing. Not a breath of rest later and her life shifts once more and she is accused as a traitor and then is one. A mystery land later and they find their king in body but no longer in soul.<br/><br/>Akara force back the tears whipping her face a terrible sorrow settling in the pit of her being. She'd always followed her king, he's been a shinning beacon in her life, the man that had saved her life. It was a wrenched day realizing her hero was no more perfect then she was. She'd sit there till all light left the sky unless someone came for her silently thinking trying to figure out a way she could save her home now that Arex had all but abandon them.