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Had he been followed? The question turned Sylvaine thoughtful for a moment, but hesitantly thoughtful; he couldn't remember how many had actually attacked them, or which direction he had fled in order to escape. The details were lost in the chaos. What he could remember, Sylvaine wished he could forget - an image of Mazarin's body slamming in to the ground with two rogue entities grappled upon him, the scent of blood and the sound of Mazarin's shouting. Escape, escape, you must run!

The only answer Sylvaine had was a small shake of his head coupled with a forlorn look. There was no way to know if anyone had followed. He had done his best to out-run the assailants, and in the process... He was in a place now that looked nothing like his icy home. I am sorry to hear that. Do you have a home to return to?

Non, he replied, a sigh sliding from his lips with the word.

I fear that I am stranded in this new place. If I have a maison to return to, it is too far from me now. This moment was an important one for the pale prince. He had been running for so long, and so hard, that the thought of his kingdom had slipped his mind - but now he remembered it. He thought of his mère, and was struck by intense concern.