Guinevere looked up at Shadow guiltily, trying to smile with a 'pull it off' attitude. "I assume the unicorn was actually...interesting enough for you to talk to?"
"Yes, I suppose so. I could never truly be a friend of his, but..." She sighed. "Let us not think of such fantasies. Lest we forget our true purpose." She floundered for a moment, but kept her grace, and stood up quickly. "I believe I will retire early tonight. The council may yet wait another day, as we are to decide whether we must truly move this castle." Guinevere sniffed. "Perhaps consultation of the magi is in need of."
She stood at that, curtseying softly to Shadow. "Thank you for accompanying me this night. May you find shade and rest this evening." She hurried out of the room afterwards, wanting to be out as soon as she could, to avoid looking at the wandering halls any longer.
Guinevere did not know what she wanted at that point. This always happened; something would change her mind, she would want something other than what she had, and would turn into the spoiled child of the general once more.
Stop. Stop it... Just... Go play your harp or something. Tears started to spill down her cheeks, for reasons she didn't know, and could only imagine.