Six months had past since the last time she laid eyes on her former Protector, every moment they where apart was like a searing hot knife through her heart which slowly twisted with each day. Never seen outside the Royal Court, Princess Cleo had become a shadow of her former self in the absence of the woman she had come to love, too the point where she had abandoned her own large and lavish Royal Quarters, too live in those where Talia had once slept, refusing stepping foot outside of the room itself. Her once long, black hair had been cut short, too emulate the Military style which Talia had always wore.