The Sentinels uneasy lies the head that wears a crown

Despite that time that had passed, Eilidh was no nearer leaving her grief behind that the day on which her father died. There was something dark within her that fed upon the grief and the anger, that held her captive to its black depths. Eilidh was not angry or snappish with her family, but she was certainly distant, preferring to keep to herself most of the time. She tended her garden half-heartedly, seeing no use to its properties now. Constantine and Aria had journeyed to do something (in reality Eilidh listened with only one ear, and often didn't truly listen at all these days), and she was left to watch over the children. The children who would soon grow into their adult rank and possibly lay claim to the throne of Donnelaith.

Eilidh stood in the center of her garden, ankle-deep in the chill earth, when her sister appeared on the horizon. Eilidh turned to the white princess, wondering distantly what she was doing here. Eilidh simply dipped her head in greeting, and continued to stand in the midst of her foliage, lost in her grief and uncertainty.