A/N Can someone please write a new review.

Baristan threw Lo's small trunk into the carriage as Fengir watched. For some weird reason the wolf seemed to watch him whenever Lo wasn't around, the yellow eyes of the beast following his every move. Almost as if he was evaluating him, trying to find his weakness. Parcid was stood next to Anise, a slight smile spread across their faces. Baristan was placed in the room next to Anise's and judging by the amount of noise they had made last night, they had sorted everything out.

Lo came out with the Queen, both of them laughing, they had gotten along well. Lo quickly said her goodbyes before Audrey stopped in front not Parcid.

"I know you from somewhere. What's your name?"

"Parcid, I think you might have known my father."

"Really, what was his name?"

"Lokir Belmont."

"Did you say Belmont?"

"If I remember, you and your husband were at the execution, nothing like making a six year old boy watch his father being burnt alive."

"Your father was a traitor."

"My father was loyal, your husband was the traitor."

"My husband, was a revolutionary.'

"Merely another word for rebel."

The two were glaring at each other, but Parcid was remaining much calmer than Audrey with his voice remaining at the usual level whereas her's was getting louder. It took Anise's intervention to stop them. "Parcid, what you're saying is technically treason. I apologise your highness, but you must understand that under your husbands orders he had his eye cut out."

"His father supported a monster, and you expect me to forget that."

"Your father did as well, you cannot blame someone for the sins of their father."

Anise felt Parcid's grip tighten for a moment before he spoke. "My father committed no sins, he looked after his people better than this lord."

"Oh really, he created the abominations, men whose sole purpose was to kill, how was he a better ruler?"

"After attacks he repaired the people's houses instead of focusing on eating sweet meats."

"What damage are talking about?"

"Which gate did you enter through?"

"Western."

"Leave through the southern gate, that was where the main attack took place."

Lilith was angry again. Somehow Fay had escaped and neither her, Gnarl, Morg, or any of the other minions could work out how. "Was there a minion on guard?"

Both Gnarl and Morg were both tired of her questioning, she had asked this question more times than Morg could count, so somewhere over three. "Yes."

"And he somehow fell into the forge?"

"Yes."

"While she was still chained?"

"We don't know."

"So where is she now?"

Gnarl traced his finger over the map, following the lines that represented the tunnels. "She escaped at most two hours ago, meaning she is still in the tunnels or has escaped into the Nordberg sanctuary."

"Which is more likely?"

"We don't know, after you had your fun she became even more crazed than usual, whispering about the voice in her head, we literally have no ideas."

"Send out the browns then, the wolfs should be able to capture her."

"The spiders would be more suites to the tunnels."

"Send both of them out then, and the salamanders."

Baleon glanced over John, his son. He was normally proud of him, but what he had done recently, it would have to be hidden from his future bride.

"You drank the gods know how much, fondled the statue of the elven mother goddess and finished the night by pretending to collapse, just so you could look under the daughter of Lady Elise's skirt. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry, I don't remember anything."

Baleon's was breathing deeply, when had his son turned into this. In reality this was the only incident. John had no idea why his father was acting like this, he'd heard stories about a few of the things his father had done and this seemed like a smaller incident, but apparently he had responsibilities, he was meant to set an example and bring the people together with this marriage. Baleon simply let out a sigh, " We'll deal with this when your mother gets back, speaking of her she sent you this." He pulled out the letter with the drawing and pushed it over the desk. John folded the paper and placed it in his pocket before leaving. He closed the door and sighed.

"How'd it go?" Asked Drez. He was a dwarf, the son of the ambassador. He was a drinking, fighting, loud mouth with a tendency to wear chain mail and constantly carry a bearded axe. In many ways he was a paragon of dwarven culture.

"No shouting isn't always a good sign." Said John's other friend, Tristen. He was human, his father was the lord of The Mellow hills.

"I have no idea, he says mother sent this though." He waved the parchment in the air before Drez jumped and snatched it out his lands.

"Not bad for an elf lass." He commented, looking at the drawing. "I don't know how you humans can be attracted to anyone taller than five foot, I mean what are you supposed to do with all that height?"

Tristen grabbed the parchment next, he gave a slight smile before licking his lips. "I can think of a few things."

"It would be nice to look at the letter that was meant for me."

"You can have your turn after."

John finally snatched the letter and looked at the picture. "Mother did always make people look better in her work, you've seen the one of my father haven't you?"

Tristen gave out a laugh. "He may have looked like that at some point, just not recently."

Audrey looked of the carriage window, Parcid hadn't lied. The damage to this part of the city still looked fresh, despite the battle being more than twenty years ago. Apart from now the queen had only seen the richer parts of the city. The buildings here were either temporary wooden structures with furs stretched over them, or made of stone but had large chunks missing from them and would collapse soon.

"Why aren't they being helped?"

"Parcid said that the new lord's busy having the stone masons build his bathhouse."

"I assume that's a joke."

"That's what I said but he told me it takes a long time to get to the underground hot springs."

"But the people need help."

"Yet the man who should won't."

"Then what can be done?"

"Find a new leader."

"You speak of rebellion to a queen."

"I speak of doing the right thing."

"Ah the right thing, it differs to each person. Tell me, why does your friend think he'll do a better job than this one?"

"The current one spends the people's money on himself, it's been twenty years and the buildings haven't even started to be repaired yet. What makes you think he can do worse?"

"His father willingly served the overlord."

"But he looked after his people didn't he?"

"I suppose. "

Blaze, was a red, and like his brothers his IQ was somewhere below fifty.

"Why we sent after pretty elf lady?"

"Gnarl say she dangerous, say we need to kill her know."

"Why though, she not been dangerous for long time why now?"

"Me no ask, whenever ask elf lady hit me."

"But no elf lady to hit now, so why not ask?"

The other minion gave a shrug. "Me think demon lady might hit instead."

"Have to try though."

"No me don't, better safe than hit."

"Me ask next time, demon lady seem nicer than elf."

"And that lie is what makes her strong." Blaze and his friend looked behind them to see Fay.

"Get her."

"But we're after pretty elf lady, she not pretty."

Fay was angry. She'd always taken pride in her appearance, this comment had caused her already dwindling sanity to evaporated. All that was left were two small piles of flesh, and a thin layer spread on the walls. The voice in her head hadn't lied. No, it had told her how to escape. It was right. Instead of the shouting there was just a whisper now, directing her. It had more of a plan than she did, and to her ears, or wherever it was speaking into, it seemed like a good one.

Lo rested her chin in her arm as she stared at the snow covered fields. She had always hated carriage rides and this one was no exception. It was incredibly dull.

"I understand that you never liked carriages. I like to think of it as a way to relax and watch the world go by." Lo couldn't help sigh as the queen spoke, she couldn't stand her anymore. She was just too nice to her. "I'm sorry if this question is a bit awkward but you still have your maidenhood?"

Lo was finally able to tolerate the woman again and replied with a nod. "I assume my father was given a good price for it."

"You have some resentment towards him?"

"No little girl likes to be told that they don't have a choice in who they marry."

"Most little girls dream of being princesses."

"I wasn't one of them, when I found out I slapped Baristan until he agreed to find me an archery tutor, it was more a spur of the moment thing than actually wanting any training. He was more of a father than my actual one. At least I saw him regularly."

"He had to work, all nobles do, between governing, attending court and dealing with dignitaries, I'm surprised my husband make time for his family.

"My father wasn't king though, he was lord of a few towns in the jungle, he had plenty of spare time, just not for me."

"Why do you keep on looking at this like it's a bad thing, my marriage was arranged but we love each other, if you give him a chance and get to know him you might feel the same."

"Had you met your husband before?"

"Well, we'd met a few times and there was a certain ... attraction, maybe the odd kiss, and that night when we found out that we were engaged."

"You make it sound so easy, you and your husband already loved each other, I'm meant to meet someone and instantly fall in love with someone."

"Not instantly, my husband found a way to place you in court without it seeming to strange, how does the position of court sorceress sound?"

"How's my room?"

"Large, lots of room for books and other things, double bed, nice view of the city. My husband would like the relationship between you and my son to seem like it develops naturally, so you can take your time with it."

"That's not how love works, you were lucky enough to be in love with the person you got married, neither of us have a choice but at least you knew it was the right thing for you."

A/N By the way Lo will be dragged back into the overlord situation, the main question is how willingly?