The rain fell hard that night. It had come down in such a pour even the mud-covered roads known to these parts of the country seemed to swallow you up to your ankles. Venus, no matter how high in the monarchy, was also victim to this relentless force of nature. She was out for a day, visiting a farm girl to escape her duties for a few hours but she hadn't imagined an evening like this in a hundred years. She thought of her Father, he must be worried to death and already planning her funeral, sending out his butler to fetch white roses for her grave. This man was also one who had locked in Venus in a cage which inevitably caused this streak of rebellion. The King only did so to save the life of his only daughter but this only made her pity him and his fear. However, she did not pity him so much as she pitied the farm's people and their crops which were probably being turned into a cold stew. Venus continued against the wind, mudsplattered in her peasant's disguise. She was determined to get home that night for not even a homing pigeon would fly this weather. Perhaps she would have completed her goal had it not been what happened next.