It hurt her, to press Lyranna into this, to make her friend do something she so feared but who else did she have to trust? Not the men, no not them except perhaps Gwyidon and even he outsider of both courts that he was to an extent was needed closer to her. And sending a man to bid the attention of the King of the Slaugh? No, that would never do, nor a warrior, which her Harpist was though he would deny it. Roarke might have done, for he was not a warrior and of the Unseelie, who knows mayhap he would have even been friends with the King. But he was obviously otherwise occupied. Anger filled her at that but she shoved it away, know the reason for it was the hurt that lingered beneath it.<br/><br/>Men.<br/><br/>Her eyes tracked Lyra's departure, silent as the handmaiden vanished and her expression was drawn when she looked at Fionn again, midnight sky eyes heavy with thoughts and duty. They had asked this of her, all those who had sworn themselves to her, to be the Princess and yet they now discovered that that might entail more then they wanted, giving more then they thought. She wanted to shut them all out and just go back to being a reporter, but she couldn't.<br/><br/>"I will call if I have need but I will not force you to this burden that is mine to bear. I am the Princess, I must do what is good for all of us and...as much as you may hate me for saying it I do not think I will hate or dislike what happens this evening."