Only the sound of heels and a staff hitting the ground would announce her presence, as it was far from often that she knocked on his doors anymore. Roaming where she pleased, this time she entered his chambers in her usually graceful manner, eyes slowly sweeping the room for him. Finding his figure at the window, she started towards him, beautiful form barely covered in her leathers, blood clinging to bits of her hair, and coating nearly all of her body. Obviously, she'd found the spies...