Being raised as a boy, raised to step into her fathers footsteps had been her entire life. Becoming the queens commanding officer at a young age, a position only actual men would hold otherwise, yet she was good at what she did

She had heard of the state Paris was in, the desperation and fear the people lived in. So she had taken some of the outer guards along with her to get a look for herself, wanting to see if the rumors of it spreading had been true.

Yet as soon as she had returned and gave over her horse to one of the stable boys, she had returned back to her room and hadn't left anymore. That was about two hours ago. So you eventually decided to check on her, it was unusual for her to just retreat without saying a single word after all. You knocked on her door before entering the room, with her laying on her bed, still in her uniform she had worn outside.

She had her eyes closed as she was propped up against one of the pillows on her bed, some blood, clearly having come from her nose, wiped onto her cheek "You didn't need to come running here, I'm okay.."