It had been a few days now since she sent her messengers. With her uncle and cousin fallen 'ill' so to speak the responsibilities and people of the land were now her's to deal with. Things had changed so much over the weeks that she hardly reckonized her home any longer. It was mostly the villiagers right now, senseless acts of violence and other unimaginable happenings. If word got out of the Kee's current state then it wouldn't take long for one of the neighboring kingdoms to organize a take over to further their territory.<br/><br/>She had locked herself in her room that morning, ignored the constant knocking of the chamber maids who insisting on fixing her Lady's hair and laying out her dress. That was a normal everyday thing though, just this morning she wasn't in the mood. It had been a few days since she had to confine her uncle and cousin to their own dungeon. When the news of the guards killing that farm boy got out her uncle insisted on knowing why. No one knew, all they had was the beautiful jade stone the boy still had clenched in his hand even after death. Uncled touched the stone, then passed it to Fredrick which at first found no interest in it.<br/><br/>Days later they both were carrying on like mad children, fighting over it and taking such insanity. A day later Uncle ran his own son through with his sword, it was a near fatal wound. He was lucky she was able to get to him in time. But even after that the madness didn't stop, so bad it got that she had to have the guards take them to a seperate cell in the dungeon. And even there their madness has not ceased, though with the distance between them and the strange stone it does have more moments where it subsides.<br/><br/>Again another round of knocking, finally enough to cause the Lady to rise from her chair and answer the door. She could barely answer a yes before three of the older maids enter, pushing her back into the room. A deep sigh escaping her lungs as she feels the brush being pulled through her hair. "My Lady, it's past morning. Did our knocking not wake you? Oh, goodness, it's going to take hours to get these knots out of your hair," an older, plump woman began as the other two went to the wardrobe to gather out her day dress.<br/><br/>"Have my messengers returned yet?" Isabeth asked, flinching as the old woman attacked one of the tangles in her hair. All she got was a shrug for a response, she should have known when it came to important things the old hens wouldn't know a thing. Thus another day begins... she hasn't stopped worrying about the boys she had sent out. Nor worrying that her invitations would be denied, though with the morning fuss it was hard to think clearly anymore and as the day progressed it would only get worse.