That evening was the first in many that Imogen did not light a candle before her nightly meditations. She sat at the pool's edge and smiled pensively at its tranquil surface. Today had brought no sorrow, but joy. Not only had a loyal courtier been rescued, the rightful heir to the throne had revealed herself. Thinking that now, at last, she knew who to trust Imogen rose to rest for the night, praying to the small altar inside her chambers that she might live through this night. The morning brought sad news, as Imogen had come to respect Xandi's judgement and she postponed her visit to Mithlomwen to dedicate a candle to the brave Minister.
After performing the sad task, Imogen went in search of the Princess. She bowed and folded her hands within her sleeves. "Your highness, within this court there are few that I can safely trust. You have proven without doubt the honesty of Minister FallenAngelNajdan, and your own status is beyond question. I have my suspicions as to the rat hiding in our midst, but I would value your opinion."