Victoria sat down in the same room that the balverines had been in only hours before. Reaver returned with a bandage wrapped around his forehead, and sat down next to her in an armchair. Victoria was lost in thought with how crazy this day had truly been. Within 24 hours, she had denounced her crown, ran away yet again, broke into the manor of one of the wealthiest men in Albion, who had turned out to be her long-lost father, and, just earlier, she had been in a life or death fight with monsters. She sighed. It truly had been an exciting day. Reaver was skimming through the pages of the diary that he had retrieved from the chest earlier. Victoria watched his face with keen interest.