She stumbled over the territory she should have known, blind to the unevenness in the soil, and the debris littering the ground. Like a cub learning to walk, she felt her paws scrape against rocks, her elbows buckle at the slightest incline. It slowed her pace considerably, but Celandine was hardly aware of her gracelessness. At some point, Phineas' aroma pierced the air, which only expanded upon the emptiness growing within her. Before her meeting with Aponi, his scent had brought comfort, but now?
Instinct took her then, pulling the youth toward a place that she was desperate to avoid. Her stomach twisted with every step, tighter and tighter until she felt like she might implode. Every cell in her body seemed to vibrate at once, begging the princess to halt, and she would have, if she had any control. It would seem that her body moved all of it's own volition. Joints bent by themselves, pale paws found purchase without her consent, and Celandine could do nothing. What a strange feeling when one is taken over by their own subconscious.
As the moving husk that was her body edged closer to certain confrontation, the youngest Argyris felt her eyes swell. Tears threatened to fall, but they were pushed away. She could not spare the man a single tear. He was her own father, and he had plotted against her. No! She couldn't think like that. He had raised them, nurtured them, loved them, and she had loved him too. What could Aponi's daughter—since she could consider the creature nothing more—be able to accomplish that the true heir could not? It didn't make any sense, regardless of how many times she went over. Their beast could not hold any true claim. It would be base-born, even though it's true father was a king. It wouldn't really be able to hold her crown, would it?
Then there was the matter of the silver wolf herself. Maybe she had seduced the great leader in an effort to claim the throne herself. It was entirely possible, and with Celandine being so young, she could do nothing to stop it. Gods be damned, what was the future queen youth supposed to do? It wasn't like she could have one of the subordinates off the pathetic mewling creature.. or could she?
She knew the instant that she regained control, but it was already too late to turn away. Locking onto his form with a blank stare, she asked the only question she could. "Why? Her tone was not laced with anger, or despair. In fact, it wasn't laced with much of anything. The words were empty, just like her insides.