Morwennas expression was as that of a stone statue as she listened to the Queens tale.  Her stance was not stiff because of any semblance of duty but was rather an attempt to conceal the turmoil that was raging within her.  Some of this tale she knew, but some of the new details were disturbing.<br/><br/>Morwenna knew that Arion had stolen Enastrils sword.  It was not something that she would have done but she could not condemn him of that action.  She had just considered it an expression of the bad blood between her lover and the Blademaster, part of that wild streak of his that she loved about him.<br/><br/>The practicing of Necromancy was different story.  Arian had not told her of his studies in this area.  Perhaps he kept it from her because he knew that magic carried little interest for her.  Or there may have been some other motive.  Morwenna might have been ambivalent around magic but she was uncomfortable with the practice of the necromantic arts.  Too often had those that studied it been twisted by that knowledge and practice.<br/><br/>Had he been practicing it when they were together?  Had she been blinded by her passion for the Prince that she did not notice the signs?<br/><br/>And who was this Sombia?  The mention of the womans name and their affair sent a dagger of jealousy through the Captain. Morwenna knew about Siannadorels mother, Emiliarana, and had accepted that the two of them both shared Arions affections.  Emiliarana was...well...Morwenna and her did not have a conventional relationship and they were more than just friends.  This new woman, this Sombia, Morwenna did not know.<br/><br/>Her fists clenched at the thought of Arion taking this other woman to his bed.  Why had it happened?  Had Morwenna done something to cause him to stray?<br/><br/>The more that she heard of the Queens tale, the greater the details that Morwenna had not known about and they caused little comfort.  The tale was darker than she could have imagined.  If it disturbed her so much, how was it affecting Jhessail and Siannadorel?  Morwenna looked over at her daughter and the girl that, though not borne of her, she also considered a daughter. Jhessail looked to be as troubled by the story as she was.  Sianna was eager to start.  These two girls were so different.<br/><br/>"You place great faith in us, your Majesty, by telling us this tale."  Morwenna said stiffly, turning her attention back to the Queen.  She could feel her nails digging into the palms of her hands.  "We will do what we can to uncover who was responsible for our Kings fate and why."