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######Things in her life were as confusing as ever, and growing steadily so. She no longer shared a mutual dislike with Haven’s sister, her brother was gone and she was alone, her mother had probably given birth by now and was probably still happy, and she was at a loss for what was going on with Haven and herself. Princess really liked the Knight from Cour des Miracles, but the distance was certainly a problem. She wished she had someone to talk to about it, but she could not really imagine who would be interested in hearing what she had to say. Her problems were hers, and most likely would not really care in the slightest. Staring into her vanity mirror, Princess sighed, briefly thinking of Anselm. The Inferni male had been able to help her before, and he already knew the situation with Haven. She couldn’t get close to Inferni—oh, and had she tried—but he had told her that she could try to visit him in his garage in Halifax. Anselm might not be able to help her much, but perhaps it would be worth the effort. At the very least, she could visit him and talk with him, and try again (and probably unsuccessfully, again) to get close to Inferni. She probably never would see the clan’s territory, as it was probably a hopeless cause, but she could certainly keep trying until someone gave her a better reason not to, one that was not about the coyotes disliking wolves. Princess didn’t even understand the prejudice, so it practically did not exist.
######Savina’s howl rose, and because Princess was only upstairs, she nearly yelped with surprise at how loud it sounded within the mansion. The importance of the howl also took her by surprise, as everything had seemed well within the land of the Dreamers, except within the confines of her own mind. Putting down the brush that she had been mindlessly running through her curls, Princess sighed and straightened the front of her white dress, curious to know what this meeting was going to be about. Her curious nature would not be satisfied right away, and she knew that, which was the frustrating aspect of having already been inside the mansion when Savina had called. She was going to have to wait for everyone else in the pack to arrive before she could find out what was going on. In just a few moments’ times, Princess was out of her room, shutting the door quietly behind her, and down the stairs. The first thing she noticed was the grouping of chairs, and then she noticed her Commander’s solemn façade. “Hi, Savina,” she said, settling herself into one of the chairs closest to the leader and crossing one leg over the other. Her original intent had been to ask what this was about before everyone else arrived, but the ebony woman’s expression stopped her. It no longer seemed fitting to ask ahead of schedule now, so she resigned herself to waiting in impatient hope that everyone else would arrive quickly.