Another sigh escaped the King of Albion's lips; a low, barely audible sigh, but a sigh none-the-less. Ever since his sister had left, or more, was presumably kidnapped, he couldn't stop thinking about the last time he had seen her. He replayed her words in his head countless times.

"I will never forgive you for this!"

He pursed his lips together to hold back a frown. Could she really have just, left? Gone gallivanting across Albion with nothing? Not one object was missing from her room, aside from the set of clothes she had been wearing that day, which had been all-too-showy, in Logan's opinion. A small skirt and a low-cut blouse does not a crown princess wear.

Logan let out another near-silent sigh. Her words repeated in his head again. Then he began to think about what he had said to her.

"Good, then you will never forget it."

He inwardly kicked himself again, as he had done for weeks. 'Good, then you will never forget it'? He had just condemned her little.. "friend" to death. Had he really been so heartless? His lips formed a line once more.

"Damn it all." He murmured to himself as he stepped out of the War Room. He folded his hands behind his back as he walked. Perhaps now the guards would have word of her, or Walter, or Jasper, or anyone. Logan turned out of the hall and began to move down the steps. Suddenly, the shouts and voices of a large commotion outside the castle doors roused him from his near-depression-like state.

"Another mob?" he questioned to no one. No guards had come to inform him of this. He scowled, moving faster towards the bottom of the stairs. One of his men came running in, looking so frantic that he left the door ajar. His scowl deepened as he finally reached the end of the flight. "What is the meaning of this!" he demanded heatedly.

"L-Lord Logan! I-In the courtyard, a-a light appeared from the ground and-and then.. I-!" the man let out a gasp as he heard the door behind him open fully with an eerie creaking and he spun around and away from his king. Logan's eyes adjusted to the brightness of midday slowly, settling on the familiar silhouette in the doorway. His mouth opened slightly as words tried to form on his tongue, but before he could say anything, the sound of metal clattering to the marble floor rang out into the stunned silence of the main room. She had dropped her sword.

A sniffle came from the figure as its shoulders began to shake and it ran towards a shocked Logan. He took a step back as he was engulfed in the embrace of the small young woman.

"V-Vanessa!" he sputtered out in disbelief. She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck as she buried her face there with choked sobs. His arms wrapped around her out of habit and he began to look her over. Her hair was messy and frizzy and almost.. matted looking. He concluded she must have been out in the rain, and not for a stroll down Bowerstone Lake, she was filthy. Her shirt and skirt were tattered and there was dry and fresh blood spots splattered about them randomly. There were also several dirt-stained areas that looked almost like skid marks.

"L-L-Logan.." she hiccupped into the crook of his neck. Logan immediately snapped away from his shocked and angered thoughts and he began to hold his sister tightly. She clung to him, crying and trying to choke out an explanation. He hushed her as best he could into her ear, trying to make the affection go unnoticed by his stunned servants and guards. There stares only angered him further.

"What are you all standing around for!" he roared. "Get a nursemaid! And bring a fresh set of clothes for the princess to my chambers!" he hesitated as he snuck a glance at her again. "And draw her a bath! Now!"

He was answered by multiple 'Yes my Lord's and 'Right away, my Lord's. He hissed in annoyance at the incompetence of his servants. His anger was short lived, as another sniffle escaped his battered sibling. In an instant she was in his arms, and he began the climb up to his bed chambers. His heart stung with guilt at her every sniffle and sob. What had happened? Where was Walter and Jasper? Was she assaulted? Who had dared to assault her? He would have them hung publicly for it. He shook his head. Now was not the time for that. Answers would come later, for now, healing was in order.

He pressed his forehead to her's, nuzzling the bangs that clung so desperately to her face.

"It's alright, Vanessa. You're safe now. You're always safe in my arms.."