It is a quiet trip, from the moment it begins until the moment it ends. A march for the sake of peace that the High Queen knows in her heart will not come; That all of them know will not come. Their travel is a formality, as is their very presence as the blue, black and white flags come to a standstill outside the grand gate. Horses are dismounted, lead to stables, and there is the distinct clanking of armor and weapons.
A visit of peace, with the precautions of the war they all know is coming. She is escorted personally by a pair of her own men to her chambers, and it is directly outside them that she stations them for now. It does not take the woman long to settle in, and once she has, she gives herself a few hours to rest before she decides to take up the offer of the local King and stretch her legs about his castle. Her men follow quietly at her heel, and she does not seem displeased when she finds herself face to face with one she has not met before. merely surprised–- She had not expected company at this hour of the evening.
“Evening, miss,” She speaks after gathering herself, bowing her head slightly and peering up at her through blonde lashes. A small tilt of her shoulders, right one forward in a quarter of a bow, and it is merely a precaution of politeness in this foreign land. She knows not to whom she speaks. “I don’t believe you walked these halls last I visited... I did not mean to impede you, should you have somewhere to go.”