Her father had been there, she remembered, but the kings understood and they held her there, while the dragons' breath was burning. She watched the walls bend and warp while the shadows slithered in them- if she moved they would catch her. The dead kings made of silk were hiding her but the shadows would see...
White blazed across her vision and a rough voice she remembered, and then another one, softer, and a third that sounded like seas and ships and dragonfire. "Jaers... they found you. The kings said they would..." She was so tired, and cold and hot but she whimpered when he took the kings and queens away. "I had to find you, but I couldn't. I lied. I'm sorry I lied... but you said we had to sometimes. I'm not a princess anymore, but I could be. They said so too."