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Mila nodded her head, "Allow me. I'll delivery it to you when its prepared." she rested the broom up against a wall and linked her hands in front of herself, "Of course..." she swallowed hard, "...Leon." that wasn't easy for her to say. She walked over to the door, giving him another glance and hiding a smile on her face. She opened up the heavy wooden door, "What do you prefer to eat?"

The queen smiled as the carriage pulled to a stop just outside the capitol of Titania and she pushed back her veil to show her flawless milk white face, the perfectly shaped brows, stoic expression, curved lips, white hair and the golden crown upon her head. If it wasn't for the fact that it was known the former queen had died she could have easily been mistaken as the mother of one of the princesses...whatever one that one was Uriel quite commonly forgot, but it wasn't that it mattered she was queen. One of her guard walked around and opened the door to her carriage, offering his hand to the queen whom easily took it with a gentle touch, peaking her head outside as one foot landed on the ground and then another, The guard brought her pale hand right to his lips and kissed the air above it before dropping her hand so she could let it rest at her side. Uriel loved walking though the town, watching as the meek bowed and curtsied as she walked, and the weaker would get on their knees with their faces in the mud in order to curry favor from a person who wouldn't even remember the act but moments later. As this was her return from one of the distant kingdoms she felt the need to remind all of her subject that the true head of power was back, not some feeble week king who couldn't protect them, that couldn't keep his promises or feed them...no, the Queen, one who had defeated assassins who had tried to kill her within her first year ruling over Titania's subjects, the one who many blamed plague and illness in an attempt to scape goat her and turn her into the witch of the realm, not that it was all a lie...Queen Uriel looked up to see a flock of ravens, easily mistaken by even herself as the less important Crows. She bit the inside of her lip as she thought of the man she considered to the be the king of dark things, even her uncouth devilish desires seemed to be a simple sentence away from many things, though it had never gone that far.

Uriel continued her walk though the city until finally she got to the castle, entering though the main doors she sighed. The smell of spices and dirt slowly drifted away, of passion and rotten meat that the city always seemed to smell like. She closed her eyes to savour her few moments alone before she walked on, going up the stairs, holding her skirts slightly in her hands she planned to make it to her room when she saw the dark bird nearest the ceiling "How now, a being flying the colours of the dark above mine head. It's wings the colour of the void, what for doth the shadow hither?" she smiled as she saw the bird, and though she did not know for certain this was Corvus, it was after all a bird in the castle, it was either Corvus or one of four and twenty blackbirds soon to be baked into a pie.

Corvus flew through the various passages between rooms, exploring the castle after his long absence and checking on his usual places he relaxed in. He enjoyed sleeping in the castle wherever he felt, whether as a crow or as a man. He was like an uninvited guest or even a thief, but he didn't care what the humans thought. As he flew over a staircase, his gray eyes spotted Uriel. In the empty room he could hear her small poem, and sent a caw in reply, before turning to follow the smell of food. He flew into the kitchen, landing on top of a cabinet, watching the chefs in the kitchen preparing food for the queen's return. He stood on that cabinet silently, deciding which of the pastries he should swoop down to take for his own.