Elizabeth, lady of the Beran fief, laid against the hot rock wall and let out a deep sigh. She moaned as the sun beat relentlessly onto her. She flapped a fan against her, but it did little good to alleviate her suffering. Her annoyance pricked, she tried to raise a hand, but she was still not able to do anything about it. With another grunt and a little exasperated sigh, she stood up and frowned, moving across the courtyard. It did not help she was in a tight corset and a flowing long sleeve dress. Sometimes being considered royalty here was a little bit of drag, Sitting down again under a small patch of shade, she looked across the castle. Her thoughts turned to the recent threats of the lord of the fief Reinaz, Drathur, against her father. The lord was a tall crazy man, one who thought flinging their forces at something would eventually defeat them. She grunted again at the long days of training she was undertaking, the intense courses she was having to take, and other things.