While Borghast and his companion ambled their way towards the village, the rest of the party returned to the castle with their prize.<br/>As the Prince had insructed, Sonja was taken to the chamber next to his own rooms.<br/>It had but one door, leading from Borghast's and no window, the only light, the glow of candles and was meagerly furnished, a bed, chair and small table, nothing more, nothing less.<br/><br/>The unconcious Sonja was placed upon the bed, a large four poster, thick tapestry curtains for warmth and then left for the trusted women of the household to see to.<br/>Undressed and bathed, they tended to her wounds, mostly scrapes and bruises from her fall, with the odd small burn from her magics, then dressed in a plain linnen shift before being covered with blankets to keep her warm.<br/><br/>The Royal Physicion attended her some short time later, bleading her with leeches, lest her fall cause a palsy, then left her, declaring to all that she would be well once she had woken.<br/><br/>With a maid servant sat on the chair next to her and guards posted outside, it was simply now a matter of time.....