"If I can manage a few moments away, then I should probably be there an hour or so after sundown," She said, smiling at him. It would be a busy few hours, and by the time she would be able to slip away, she would be stressed. Natalia bid him farewell and slipped her helmet back on before returning to her camp, where she met her troops, and the few elvish guards here and there. She made sure that the wounded were taken care of, while the dead buried. Then she made her announcement.
To say that her troops were shocked would be an understatement. She explained that she had taken over months before this battle, to which most believed. That didn't mean they were happy. A few left, to go back to their families, while others simply ignored her. A woman didn't belong on the battlefield, princess included. Still, the majority accepted what she had done. It wasn't an agreed thing, but they accepted it. She had done what she and the king had thought was right.
That night, Natalia changed from the armor into a simple white dress. It was then that they held a proper funeral for the Blood Prince, burying the armor in the stead of the body. Then, as their tradition said, they would sing what was known as a death song. It would supposedly guide the spirits of the fallen from the ground to the stars and was supposed to be sung at sunset.