Elizabeth was taken aback by being let out -- she'd definitely not expected that. She was silent as she stood gracefully, be as brushing off non existent dust from her clothes. At the offer of a midday meal, she internally groaned. She wasn't one for fancy dinners, let alone one with royalty. She nodded, and still stayed still as the guards undid her chains. She rubbed her hands where the chains had been, but thought nothing of it. Returning the small smile on the man's face, she waited for him to leave before walking out, unescorted and trying to find a way to continue her research and fit in a meal with the Prince. Shrugging, she ignored the guards of the castle, and made her way on foot to the market to find something to wear. Her garb was definitely not fit for a meal with an audience.<br/><br/>Once she was at the market, she found herself some clothes worthy of being worn from her trusted tailor, Sir Eugene. He was an artist in a way -- he regarded making clothes a hobby. When she was finished, she figured to go to her cabin that she'd rented. She changed and fixed her appearance. Arranging her hair in interloping braids, it looked as though she had a crown on her head. She thread a few silk ribbons through it. Her dress was a rich dark mahogany colour, rose detailing with silver thread and ruffles. Her appearance exuded royalty, and she was once again the princss. She took her private carriage, turning down the guards who'd come to her to take her to the midday meal. Soon she found herself being ushered to the place where the midday meal was to take place.