The carriage rattled down the path, approaching the gates of SaDiablo Hall. Tersa was calm and collected as she looked out the window and towards the steadily approaching building. The web of visions didn't lie. They couldn't. She had seen it. This was something that had been looming, coming ever closer, and she had grasped it just before that future would have slipped away. She had hesitated at first, knowing the sorrows that would come long after, but the web doesn't lie. Happiness and hope were small but strong threads woven into the web too.

The carriage jerked, bringing her out of her tangled thoughts. For months now she hadn't returned to that thin border of the Twisted Kingdom. There was purpose now. There was no time to falter like she had faltered so many times ever since...

She closed her eyes. The physical wounds had long faded, but the wound of losing the use of her Red jewels was still fresh. Musn't think of that now, remember the web of visions...

"Lady?"

Tersa opened her eyes and blinked in the sunlight coming throught the open carriage door. An Ebon-grey jeweled Eyrien warrior stood waiting, his posture and stance proud, but his eyes warm and worried.

"You may not recall, but I am-"

"Prince Yaslana," Tersa finished softly. "You were the one who had come for me, as I knew you would."

His eyes hurriedly left her face and a look was exchanged between him and a butler standing at the large doors of the Hall. He stretched his wings delicately and cleared his throat.

"Ah- yes, well... if you would follow me, please, Lady, I will escort you to your rooms. You must be tired from your journey."

Tersa stepped out of the carriage and followed him through the large doors and into the blissfully cool darkness of the entrance hall. "It wasn't a long journey," she answered in a distracted voice. Her mind was registering details of her surroundings, details which had been hard to capture when seen as a vision. The details were exquisite, dark, and strong rather than overly intricate. Like him, whom I have yet to meet, she thought.

Prince Yaslana sent her sideways, worried looks at regular intervals as they walked.

"Don't be alarmed, Warlord," Tersa answered softly, now studying the gardens visible beyond the large windows. "Long it has been since I looked upon the gates of the Twisted Kingdom."

The Eyrien Prince cleared his throat and adopted an expression of slightly offended bafflement. "Lady, I-I was in no way trying to suggest otherwise-"

He was cut short as the butler carrying her bags indicated that she was to have the main guest room as her own private rooms. They walked up the stairs in silence, and entered a spacious room with heavy dark green drapes and velvet furniture. There was an ornate door that led to a large bathroom, and another, simpler door of rich wood which was locked. Tersa guessed it connected this room with... his.There was no bed.

Her bags were set down and the butler left, leaving Prince Yaslana hovering tentatively.

"The High Lord will probably be arriving in an hour or so, he had urgent buisness to see to," he backed towards the door. "Please let Beale know if you need anything." he nodded in the direction of the butler's departure. "Dinner will be served an hour after sunset. The High Lord wishes me to tell you he'd very much appreciate your presence- but understands if you'd rather rest and have dinner sent to your room." He cleared his throat and edged out the door, folding his wings tight..

Tersa wanted more answers about the man, but instead looked around the candle lit room. The only window was curtained, but obviously large. There was a long, soft couch which would be comfortable to lay down on. As she neared it, she noticed there were three dresses laid out. One was sapphire-coloured and simply cut, but of good quality. Another was heavy blood-red velvet, with warm fur within. The last was delicate black spidersilk. The corners where jewels would usually be embroidered were instead adorned with complex knots, heavy in symbolism. As a Black Widow, she recognized knots for well-being, protection, and fertility. The largest and most intricately beautiful knot of all, which would fall at her throat once the dress was put on, was one for hope.

She moved them to a chair tenderly, and lay down, brushing her hair away from her face and resting her eyes.