Lillian-Rose had followed the small party back to the border, keeping close enough to see them but far enough to not be recognised unless they turned around. She almost yelp in glee as she reached the border, frost lining her coat and her body as cold as ice. She doubted she could spend another minute in that place without becoming an ice statue. The warmth felt wonderful on her skin. She followed the group slightly longer as she regained her bearings and upon discovering where she was she head straight back to her little inn room and sent a messenger to inform the general and the king she had fallen ill and would be around to hand out weapons and assist with adjusting them the next day.

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The bells signified the becoming of a new day and Lillian-Rose was already up, the cart she borrowed off an old family friend stacked with the crates of well-crafted weapons. She slipped onto the strong back of the strong black stallion which she the directed toward the town's centre. 

The ride did not behold anything of interest but a small bittersweet smile crept on her face as she remembered her first visit to the palace. It was a couple of centuries ago now yet so vivid in her mind. The young elf couldn't have been any older than 11 at the time as she proudly carried her bow, which her father had recently made for her and taught her how to use, everywhere. Lillian-Rose remembered that giddy girl who assisted her father in handing out weapons, talking with soldiers. Then king had even had a small talk with her before he had to attend other duties, of course, he'd probably not remember her in his many years of life, much more than Lillian-Rose. The brunette elf sighed as came closer to the palace to have a large group blocked her path. With the advantaged height the stallion gave her she was able to just see over the top of heads human, elf, fairy and angel alike to see the end of was seemed to be a knighting. She gave another small smile for the man, he recognised him from the prior day but she did not stay to watch anymore as she redirected herself to reach the side of the castle where a servent-girl, human, probably no more than 17, what her stallion and heavily-stocked cart and a couple of guards checked her over for any concealed weapons and informed her the consequences for using her bow, not that she had any arrows handy but her bow was like a symbol of good luck, a symbol of her. He had taught her how to make such things and he was with her in the momentous experience. The guards then walked with her to the throne room where they awaited the king's return.

That was when a messager ran in. 
"There's an attack on the king and princess!!!!" She yelled. Quickly the guards raced out of the castle, Lillian-Rose in tow, toward the attack