The shame hid itself well behind her shoulders, but she did feel ashamed that she could not feel comfortable ordering anyone around. Her title was very confusing, though regular soldiers saluted her regularly she didn't see why. She was nothing more that a glorified guard, a servant to the King. She did not feel her rank in her bones like Alvon did. She frowned when he offered his life and knew Ithacles would never take it. He was not a Prince of Pride, like the ones in books. Those evil ones who would take the head of a man who offended them without a second thought. Though Ithacles did have his pride he was built mostly of heart and raw emotions. This was a clear example of that.
She had never, officially, met Pathacles, though in her times watching Faustben from afar she had seen the handsome Prince more than once. Pathacles was sorely missed by many more than Ithacles. Suddenly it felt, odd, if some were so Loyal to the former Prince, would they have been blind enough to think that he'd want his own father dead? Pathacles was meant to be King and by hideous misfortune was robbed of that, which left Ithacles in line for it.
To some that might have looked like a strange plot to see that Ithacles get the throne. But anyone who knew Ithacles well knew he wanted none of it.
Lethe never did mean any good. The Princess had a funny idea of how to be kind. If she knew Ithacles well enough, which she should have, he should have been involved the whole time. Not this. She wanted suddenly to put her hand on his shoulder, but kept her distance and watched from there.