The sound of hoofbeats was hard to hear at first, the distant source being no match for the cacophony brought fourth by the pouring rain.
Next came the clanking of steel, the ringing growing more evident as the rider galloped ever closer.
Tired as they were, however, it was not until the mists parted around the horseman that the men at the foot of the tower noticed it was coming.
The horse was reined in, the gilded wings of the purple dragon engraved on its white armor giving off a final chime as it came to a halt. Slowly, the rider descended, face hidden behind the cowl of a red traveling cloak.
No pleasantries were exchanged, only papers, bearing the seals of one high ranking official or another, and questions - so many that by the time the rider had climbed the horse oncemore, the guards were yet more tired than when it first arrived.
As the horse picked up the pace and the rains subsided, the rider's hand moved to pull back the cowl at last, revealing a blonde mane and thin red lips which were already moving as her gaze took in the town at last:
"I'm back"