The familiar click of Beatrix's boots echoed in the hallway, the even and brisk pace of one who moves with purpose. They stopped immediately outside the door, which had been left quite ajar, for the general to see her queen and her erstwhile love in a questionable and not at all decorous position. Still, without a word, she spun round on her heel and withdrew to another section of the castle, the sound of her steps fading as she went.