He was heading back down the stairs, a grin on his face. His father had finally been allowed to see reason, thanks in no short part to Regina, who had spoken fondly on Ellas behalf. Instead, she'd be sentenced to house arrest, held under lock and key in his chambers, except for meals and other such occasions. Once the queen had found out about the horrid treatment his fiance had been through, she had refused anything less than treating Ella like a human, not some criminal scum.

The exhaustion he'd felt earlier was gone, not because of rest, but because of elation. He'd feel it later, certainly, but later could come with Ella at his side. He was even whistling, barely paying attention to his surroundings.