The princess lets out a startled squeak as the man stumbles into her room, certain that the enemy has finally made it this far. She had been holding a dagger, strongly contemplating taking her life before she feel into the cruel hands of these invaders. But her mind quickly takes in the colors of the soldier's garb; he's one of theirs.<br/>This evening had been nerve wracking to say the least...she's not so innocent or foolish to not know that the castle will not hold for long...the enemy was simply too strong. There hadn't even been chance for any of her family to escape, so tight was the grip around the palace.<br/><br/>"I...yes, of course.." she says, moving as quickly as her dress allows...there was little in her wardrobe in the way of practical garb, and now she's realizing just how vulnerable her extravagant clothing makes her. "The castle still holds? What of my father?" she asks quickly "I can hear them even in my room here...." she adds with a little shiver. Where could the guard lead her, if nowhere was safe?<br/><br/>