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Roran was extremely worried now. Having gotten Delene to take him where VIvan was, he was hiding with Syrva off to the side. He heard a few screams and he was about to charge in when someone came out. It looked to be a man, with VIvan and another man. Roran could tell by the limp actions of the third man, he was dead. Vivan was crying and seemed lost, while the original male led them off. Following at a good distance, he took his bow out. Aiming precisly, he shot three arrows, all hitting this leader male in the back.

He followed them back to Keros's castle, and was astonished to see one of the men take this bandit in, leaving Vivan to the dead man. Something's not right here. THe bandit that led Vivan and the dead man out, brought her here? Jumping of Syrva, he'd let her roam. She'd come when he whistled, so it didn't bother him. Rushing in after the bandit he had injured, the door was shut. knocking, he opened it a little, peering in. It hit him then that this was Amaya's room. Hearing their convorsation, his eyes widened. What have I done?!?

Knocking now, he opened the door, stepping in. Sitting down next to the bed, he stared at this bandit. Examining the body, he didn't move. "A-Amaya?" He shook his head, rising and walking out of the room. "That can't be Amaya. If it is....I just shot my...my...my Queen." He was muttering what seemed to be nonsense to himself, just to make him feel better. Bursting into his own room, he sat on his bed, his head in his hands. He was really confused. What if that was Amaya, then what will I do? A sorry doesn't make up for shooting anyone. I could have killed her! I had WANTED to kill her! "Good God, what kind of monster am I?!?"

Kaname saw Roran walk in but stayed silent until he left. He must of realized that Amaya was the cloaked figure. Rushing over to the bed, Kaname ripped the sheets off and stripped Amaya of her weapons and clothing, replacing them with a simple, white, silk gown that she normally slept in. After that was done, Kaname hid the weapons and clothing away where no one could find it and let Amaya rest.

Waking up a few hours later, Amaya groaned as she sat up, looking around the room. Her back felt as though it were on fire, and being stabbed at the same time. Looking at what she was wearing, she realized that Kaname had changed her and Amaya slowly rose from her bed. The gown only went to her knees, and the straps were quiet thin, but no one ever judged Amaya for walking around the castle this way, since she normally never had time to relax. Her hair lay flat once more, covering up scars on her back from fights and harsh tutors. Out of all of her sisters, she had the toughest tutors, being severly punished for anything that wasn't done perfectly, but she never complained. If she went through it, then her sisters didn't have to, and she was fine with that logic. Gauze was wrapped around her chest to cover the wounds on her back, and luckily, that didn't show either as she walked down the corridors of the castle barefoot.

Light taps were heard on the stone in the north wing of the castle as Amaya walked barefoot through the halls. Walking through an ornately carved door, she found many people garbed in black, standing around a bed. Quietly, she made her way over to the bed, where he father's pale body lay. "Your highness, when would you like the funeral to be held?" One asked as they raised their head to look at her, though she was not returning the look. "In two days in possible. I would like it to be at dawn, so the land of the dead can welcome my father into a new begining." She said solemnly as she brushed her hand on his cold cheek. The group nodded and then allowed Amaya to leave as she made her way back to her room.

Roran didn't remember much. He had fallen asleep craddling his own head and now layed sprawled on the floor. He blinked a few moments, feeling awkward. Standing, his head spun, he was light headed. Putting a hand on the bed's edge to steady himself, he groaned. Looking around, a glass of water was at the bed's side, it was knocked over. "Wh-what?" Roran tried to remember, but his head throbbed. Wincing from the pain, he toppled over onto his bead, whispers in his head.

Tears running down his cheeks, his eyes shut tight, his teeth were gritted, and his hands clenched his hair as hard as they possibly could. "Go away," he muttered, but the voices didn't leave. "I said, go away," he spoke a little louder, but the voices refused to leave. They spoke of things insane, things sane, and many other things. He couldn't take it. It mad him mad, angry, furious. "I COMMAND YOU TO GO AWAY!" He screamed at himself, his head throbbing even more now. The pain was unbearable, he thought his head would explode. Sobbing, he bit the blankets underneath him, his world turning black.

~*~

He had no idea how long it had been. His eyes opened again as things seemed a little less fuzzy than before. He was now on his bed, the place his head was resting at felt damp. Had I been crying? He stood, the dizziness returning, but more tolerable now. Taking steps forward, his foot tapped the cup again. Bending over, his blood rushed to his head, making him fall to the floor. Rubbing his temple, he grabbed the cup and rose to his feet again, staggering towards the door.

He couldn't tell what the time was, or even recall what day it was. Once in the hall, he steadied himself with the wall, walking to the open door. "Help," he tried to speak, but his voice was extremely hoarse, and no louder than a quiet whisper. "Please," he tried again, his voice only getting worse.

Still clutching the cup, he knew he had to reach the kitchen. But where was it? Amaya hadn't shown it to him. Deciding the dining hall would be the next best thing, he staggered to it, barely able to open it's doors. Falling to his knees in the open doorway, he was tired, very tired. Holding the cup out, he tried to speak one more time, but it didn't change from before, "Help me..."

Silently passing the dining hall, Amaya saw someone laying in the doorway. The light tapping of her feet stopped as she realized it was Roran and gasped, running over as she fell to her knees next to him. "Roran! What happened?! Are you alright!?" She asked as she put his arm around her shoulder, lifting him up with her. Amaya sharply inhaled in pain as the weight aggrivated the wounds on her back, praying the stitches wouldn't rip as she helped him over to a chair. A servant was walking through and she pointed to him. "Get him some water! And be quick about it!" She shouted before the servant ran off into the kitchen, quickly returning with the glass as Amaya tried to get him to focus. She gave him the water and looked at him concerned, trying to hide the pain she was showing in her eyes from the weight put on her back.

Xander nodded, “If you want, I can leave you be for a while. This garden is for you.” Being afraid he was forcing himself to much, he wanted the Princess to know him even if it took a lifetime. “But call me Xander, I prefer it. All my friends call me Xander.” He smiled kindly.
“Xander, we have a…” Seeing Xander being in company of Princess Aryana, Rico stopped halfway and bowed polite, “Your highness.”
Xander turned towards Rico, “What is wrong?”
“Pardon me, but this is best spoken privately.”
Xander looked at Aryana briefly, “I apologize for this.” Bowing politely, he walked towards Rico and they spoke privately.

“This concerns her as well.” Xander walked back towards Aryana, “Go to the King and tell him what you told me! I will go ahead.”
With that order Rico ran to the King.
“It would seem your sister is in need of assistance.” He said as he approached Aryana, “You see, Rico often keeps an eye out on the town. We had suspicions of assassins or bandits harassing the townsfolk. They showed themselves in the town. Princess Amy-Lee was seen in the town by Rico. She and a villager ran into the forest and were abducted by these assassins.” His fists bolded as he saw this more as in insult. To think that assassins in the Syra Kingdom can do as they pleased.
“I going to find and retrieve you sister.” He hesitated before asking, “Will you come along? Two have more chance of succeeding then one. And waiting for reinforcements may take to long.”

ROran didn't bother seeing who helped him to the chair. Gasping for breath, he took the glass of water. About to chug it down, he stopped, placing the two cups next to each other. Seeing the design the same, he threw the one with water to the ground, now deciding to look at his helper.

As soon as his eyes saw her face, he was taken with shock. Tumbling backwards in the chair, he rolled to his hands and knees. Lifting one leg up, he was down on one knee and couldn't go further. "Amaya, please. I've hurt you enough...today!" Using the hand that wasn't holding the cup from his room, he put it out to keep her back incase she tried to come towards him. He had a feeling that she would be able to get by him no matter what he did, but he had to try. He couldn't hurt her anymore. "I think....I think I've...been...poisoned. I...I...I..." he stopped to take some breaths. "I need to get some clean water...I don't trust, anyone right now!" His voice was still hoarse, but had gotten strong enough to be at normal volume.

AMy looked at the assassin "stop, what does he have to do with this? this is between you and me.....STOP, you crippled idiot" she shouted at him, as she called him a crippled idiot, he seemed to have gotten very affected by it, he turned around and walked over to Amy "what did you say?" he asked, Amy was happy to have gotten him away from Clive, "you heard me" she provoked him, though still being scared, before she could defend herself, she felt his fist pass across her face, making her fly to the floor from her sitting possition, blood running from her mouth "enough" someone said, as Amy managed to look up, she saw another assassin, though by what he was wearing it was obvious that his rank was higher than the other ones "we are not to kill her, just make her spill it, bring her to my office" the assassin said, leaving the room, the lower assassin nodded, throwing Amy an angry look, and untying the shakles, though still having handcuffs on her "lets go" he said, pushing her forward forcefully

Amaya whinced a little as he touched the wounds, but looked at him as he hugged her. "It was an accident. You were just trying to save my sister. I couldn't be mad. I'm happy that you would do something like that to save one of my sisters." She said as she looked up at him and smiled. She kissed him gently on the lips and then blushed after realizing what she had done. "I'm sorry. That was just an impulse..." She said, feeling a little embarassed, thinking that he might not be ready for that yet.

She pulled away from his embrace, brushing her hair with her fingers over her shoulder, completely forgetting the scars on her back, which clearly showed as she walked away from Roran. She made her way back to her room and walked in, find Kaname. When Kaname saw the blood dripping down her arm, she got the needle and thread, sewing Amaya's wound shut again, seeing the other two had stressed stitches. Sighing, she undid the stitches and then closed the wounds again. Once all that was finished, Amaya changed into a black silk gown that was just like the other and sat on her bed, staring out the window.