Jiani sat, brooding, in her high tower room. The throes of sleep gripped her, but she had recently gotten word that a band of blonde soldiers were making their way south from the mountains. They spoke with the same dialect as Jiani, or so she had heard, and were asking of a princess. A blonde princess. A princess that had escaped their watchful eye with the assistance of witchcraft. She was waiting for the first sight of them, and had been without sleep for three days now. No one else in the court knew of this interesting development, luckily for her, but they would soon enough. She wanted to last out the winter in this country at least, and would not be taken back to that doleful, lugubrious, gray and dead country she regretfully called home. Only a very strong blanket of ignorance would prevent them from discovering her true nature, and thankfully, that blanket was named Atalanta.
She hadn't expected her plan to work out so perfectly, with one part taking care of another. She had been aiming only to get a competing suitor to Alexander out of the way, but not only had that changeling done that, but it had also created a flurry of commotion. That unexpected side effect drew attention away from her, but though this was a minor annoyance, it also drew attention away from the fact that she was utterly unaffected by the sadness that permeated the surrounding area, not to mention the whispers that she might have had something to do with it. With scouts, or spies, or whatever they were calling themselves coming to take her home, this was exactly what she had hoped for or even more than she thought was possible by witchcraft. She couldn't have asked for better confusion. The night sky was just beginning to become tinged with pink, and Jiani yawned. She shook her head, attempting to get the sleep out of her eyes, but frowned. She was too tired to do this any longer. She cast one final spell, one that would confuse and turn around any blondes who tried to enter the ten-mile area around the castle, and went to lay down on her bed, falling upon it and sighing herself into sleep.