Celia's gaze flickered back across to the injured knight as he spoke, and a wry smile flickered across her features, despite her current situation. Oh, if only things were half as simple as Rowan's simple question made them sound. The approaching servant had been responsible for several beatings she had received at the hands of her family, but had never raised a hand against her himself. He was hardly evil himself - just loyal, albeit to someone who frequently put him at odds with Celia. She opened her mouth to say as such, only to cry out softly when the knight forced himself to his feet.
"What are you doing?" she cried out at first, only to remember herself. When she spoke again her voice was softer, but no less aggravated. "I pulled an arrow out of you just this very evening. You have no business being up and walking at the moment" she practically hissed, expression a mixture of frustration and concern. Perhaps scolding the faen knight wasn't the best idea for a human out in the woods, but that didn't seem to stop her.
"Celia?"
That voice again, and much closer this time. Celia practically jumped out of her skin upon hearing it, and turned just in time to watch a middle-aged man step out of the treeline. He was dressed in traditional servant's garb, and cut a lean figure besides, his age clearly evident in the lines on his face. The man didn't glance at Rowan or the pixie at all as he stepped forward to confront the princess. Just as Rowan had suggested, he wasn't able to see either of them.
"I heard you speaking. You weren't off chasing another one of those...delusions, were you?" he scowled, eyes narrowing. Celia immediately lowered her gaze, saying nothing. All the spirit she had shown quickly vanished, just like that.
"And just what have you done to your dress? Your father is going to throw a fit when he hears about this"
The man seized the princess by the upper arm and quickly started shoving her along ahead of him, back towards her father's estate. Celia stumbled a little at first, before regaining her balance and marching along. She threw a glance back over her shoulder, but failed to catch a glimpse of the wounded knight before she was forced to turn her attention forward again to avoid tripping over.
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