Dawn sank down onto the edge of her large bed, trembling with the force of her hurt and anger. It welled in her almost like a living thing and she wanted to weep or scream or throw something; but those were not things that Princesses did, no, not for her anymore. God, or rather, Goddess, she wished she could just let go and curse, to tell people exactly what she thought, how she felt. Damn politics, they were not that interesting when one had to live their life by them. Suddenly she had a fit of empathy for all the people she had once reported on. It was a wonder that most leader's didn't go fucking insane.<br/><br/>The blond just focused on her breathing, on trying to find some well of calm and peace within herself to cling to because she just couldn't go to the King of the Slaugh like this. He deserved more then that, and she would have to give her best if she wanted anything to come from the night outside of some frisky fun. And he would give her fun, because for once it wouldn't be her having to tip toe around people's emotions, agreeing to see him had already been the worst she could do. Now her guards lingered, unsure, shaky. Gwyidon knocked and entered, coming to her side silently and she threw herself into the red haired man's arms, shaking. He held her, singing softly as his Harpist's voice soothed her down and he rocked her, giving her the only peace he could give her. The other men wouldn't listen to him, after all he was here only for her, not of either court, having forsaken them long ago for the mortal world. Her rockstar. Her fingers buried themselves in the richness of his flame colored hair, the texture still that surreal one, finer then silk itself, that it had been all those years ago when they had first met, when she was five. He had been the first sidhe she met, her first lover, her first in so many things.<br/><br/>And yet Connal was the one she had dreamed of. And Fionn was the one to make her laugh. And Roarke was the one that made her...so many things. What would Cernunnos  do to her? What gift would he give her that other men had yet to?<br/><br/>"Dawn, what you do is what needs to be done, you can't change that. Anymore then you can change the fact that their disapproval hurts or the fact that they can't understand you." She tilted her head back, gazing up at him, at his eyes that reminded her of lightning storms. One of his hands touched the side of her cheek and she turned her face into her, midnight eyes fixed upon him as she spoke in response.<br/><br/>"No...I can't but I can wish it was other then it is. That's all I can do, that and what I know is right, is best for us all." He smiled then and she felt it touch something inside her which summoned a wan smile to her own lips. Then the door was opened and Lyra slipped inside. Dawn stilled, not withdrawing from Gwydion's arms, she needed his reassurance too badly to do so. At least until she saw how her friend was feeling, the shakes and the voice that seemed to whisper and break upon fear. She went to her, straight to the other woman's side and hugged her tightly.<br/><br/>"I'm so sorry Lyra...please forgive me for asking you to do something like this but I had no one else." She plead with her voice, hoping her friend would believe her. Hoping she would know the empathy that lay in Dawn's own heart, for wasn't Cerridwyn doing something she feared and resented nearly every moment of the court politics? And her game was so much more risky, it was upon her head that the fates of all of them rested. "I can never thank you enough for what you have done."