The night had seemed to stretch forever, deep and surprisingly perfect in ways she hadn't known she had needed. Her cheeks heated at the memories of just what had passed even as she wove her way through the sithern. It was a marvel she could walk really, after all she and the Shadow King had done, it made her a bit giddy, pleasure and pain still lingering in her body and leaving her mellow as she hummed faintly to herself and the hallways shifted and altered around her. It wasn't odd anymore, it was responding to her, to her magic and she realized it was about time that she embraced that rather then reject it, certainly Cernnerous embraced the power of his sithern. But was this one really hers?<br/><br/>The blond shook her head at herself, discarding the thoughts in favor of staying in her pleasure haze, her midnight sky eyes taking in the details of the hallway only absently as she instead brought back the memories, the sensations of the night before. Dawn had never had a man treat her like that before. He had promised to make her scream, to take her into his darkness and he had, until she had lost all thought but pleasure. Cernnerous had not disappointed in the least; unlike most of the other men in her life. She was weary of them, of Connal and his brooding and possessiveness that was not at all Pure like, of Roarke being so sure she needed to be coddled, worshiped, of the others, less attached to her but no less sure that they knew what she should be doing or how to do it. Who she always seemed to disappoint or shock to some degree or another. They loved her, they saw her as their hope but they didn't accept her, just the Princess. Goddess, she didn't even want to be a princess.<br/><br/>Dawn didn't need to pause in front of the doors to her rooms, they opened without her having to touch and silently shut behind her after she moved through them. She glided through the sitting rooms, the dining room and the studies that had been so beautifully appointed for her and her people; she would miss the space and beauty of this place but she felt her idea of returning to DC was a good one, for all of them. She didn't pause to look at the other bedrooms as she moved down the hallway that contained them; this was where her guards and handmaiden's slept and she wanted silence and privacy. None of her people were likely to be overly happy about her laying with the King of the Wild Court, also known as the Slaugh, the Host. She had quiet enjoyed her time with the Lord of the Slaugh though, and did not yet want to feel guilty for that. Her bedroom opened and she slipped inside, holding the robe she had donned to go to the King around her with a slight smile on her face. He had been so thoughtful in retrieving it for her after...she had thrown it away earlier in the night to escape him during the 'hunt'. The grey silk had blood on it, though the wound on her arm was quiet healed by the time the sun had come to call.<br/><br/>Her soft smile, the languor in her body, both vanished as she stiffened and her eyes widened at the sight of Roarke waiting for her. Hurt filled her then, a bitter taste as she remember the night before, the ball, before she had gone to the other sithern. He had been dancing with another woman, a goblin she believed, thought beautiful in a deadly way. Had he even noticed that she had left the ball? Dawn wasn't the jealous sort, she had encouraged her guards to take other lovers but being forgotten hurt, especially by him. She drew her dignity around her, her eyes going cold and removed; more then she had ever been before with him.<br/><br/>"May I help you Roarke?"