Shawn
"No need for sirs. You will call me by my name, King Alyus, Master Alyus, Lord Alyus, whatever. Do not call me sir."

Alyus walked back over to his seat and sat back down, picking up the book once more and opening it. He began to read but occasionally darted his eyes upward at Feyre. After a few moments, he rolled his eyes and lowered the book.

"Why don't you find something to do. Dinner should be here shortly and I'll have Yenn show you to your room, hm?"

Alyus's voice didn't seem any nicer or softer, it was it's steady gravel-like tone as it was when he was a bear. His eyes darted back down the book in his hands as he relaxed back in his chair. It was clear he had no intentions of keeping Feyre in his bedroom for much longer.
Paul
*The mixture of fluster that was riddled all over Feyre's face soon subsided as she listened to Alyus's voice. Even though it wasn't a cheery one, it was oddly satisfying to listen to.

The female lowered her head and continued to play with her dress sleeves when she took note of all the other things to call the King. Wondering why such a thing as 'sir' wasn't permitted here.*

"I understand, King Alyus..."

*Feyre kept her voice quite. Still feeling that sheepishness stir within her around such new territory. Though, the pure blood couldn't help her curiosity for the many questions she had for the King. Especially when he spoke of her very own room.*

"My room? I thought I was to be locked up in-"

*The golden haired doe paused to look around Alyus's room once more, lifting a hand to show what she meant.*

"-Here. Besides, why would a prisoner have their own room..? And... *Why* Am I even a prisoner in the first place?"

*She was clearly starting to get ahead of herself. Feyre leaned forward as she spoke, her hands resting on the soft cushion of the Kings bed. She genuinely wanted to know why someone as useless to an ice king would be needed here. And the way he seemed so calm about it all made her question the reality of it.

The small human girl slanted her head to the side while she profiled Alyus some more. Her face now a mixture of confusion and desperation for answers.*
Shawn
The King let out an aggravated sigh and closed his book a second time. It was clear her constant babbling was irritating him and interrupting his reading. Alyus slowly stood from his chair and set the book down on the table before him. Night fall was coming rather quickly today, made clear from sunset peeking in from the single window in the room. Alyus walked around the table to the fireplace on the other side of the room and stood in front of it, his hand reaching down to grip a fire poker and began to prod the smoldering logs. He pondered on her questions for some time before he placed the fire poker back to it's home in the older. And with a sigh, he anwered.

"You are rare, Feyre. Most humans nowadays have magical talents or have died out. We shapeshifters have become a powerful race, a race I'm proud to be a part of. Filthy humans are so entitled and deserve everything they have coming to them. It's why many of my servants and maids and prostitutes are human. They are below me. They will *Always* Be below me. I-"

Alyus turned, facing Feyre once more. His fists clenched and his voice came out in a growl as he slowly walked toward the human. His body began to visibly shake as he got more riled up and angry, and soon, his breathing began to grow more heavy and ragged.

"-am a ***King!*** ***The*** King! Do you think more of me as a human? I have the power of a ferocious animal underneath my skin. I have superior strength, speed, intelligence, everything. I am an apex predator and *You*-"

Suddenly, Alyus's muscles began to grow and shift. His clothes, not enchanted to shape themselves with his body as it changed began to rip and tear. His clothes stretched with his body and fur began to sprout from his skin. The King's face snapped and contorted into a snout and soon, his true form began to take hold of the man.

"***Are nothing more than a human beneath. My. PAWS!***
Paul
*Given the quiet calm of Alyus when he stood once more, Feyre didn't think anything was wrong. She listened to him intently. Wanting to know what he had to say and why he deemed her as rare. **Why** He hated her being a pure blood. 

Although, sensing the anger rising in the mans voice- those same terrified chills started to embed themself under the girls skin. She slowly started to inch away to the side of the bed as the King's monstrous voice rose. Panic setting in when his breathing became animal like. 

Feyre's eyes darted around in alarm quickly as she was forced to watch in horror of what a shapeshifter was first hand. Small, horrified whimpers escaping her as she scurried off the bed completely and rushed for the bathroom doors. Any door really.*

"I- I don't think of myself as anything! I know I am nothing compared to the likes of you!"

*The human wrestled with the heavy doors frame to try and open it. But given she was a human in a Magic's world. It wouldn't be surprising that they locked without a key. 

Now trembling with fear, Feyre pushed her fragile body against the door to try and budge your way through. Soft hush like cries starting to pour out of her from the pain of standing up on her bitten leg and the adrenaline of being scared to death.*

"P-Please..."

*She pleaded, slowly turning her back against the doorframe in defeat. This time there was no running to be done. Only words could save her skin in Feyre's mind. So, she mustered the little courage she had left and looked the bear straight in the eyes. Hoping to reach anything within.*

"I grew up living underneath *Everyone*, King Alyus. Surly you, a great powerful being, could understand my lack of knowledge."

*She swallowed hard, hiding her trembling hands at her sides as she spoke. But if reasoning wouldn't work, then at least she had hoped to try.*

"Before today.. I-I never knew you people excited. I just want to understand better. It's not everyday you get-"

*Feyre lifted her dress up enough to show her badly bruised leg and scratched up thighs.*

"-Almost mauled to death by bears and sent to a magic kingdom."

*There was true pain and confusion in the girls eyes. Clearly there was an understanding barrier between the two. Feyre wanted answers; but Alyus was too stubborn to give them.*
Shawn
The massive bear's chest and shoulders heaved as his ragged breath spilled out onto Feyre's face. He bared his teeth and let out a blood curdling roar in her face, but as he closed his mouth he opened his ears to listen to her words, albeit through his loud and angry breathing. As she spoke and then pointed out the bite mark on her leg, Alyus looked down to inspect it. His eyes darted back up into hers, a silent rage hidden behind them. But when he saw she was hurt, his breathing began to slow. One of his large paws reached down and lifted her leg up so he could look at it better, but before long he placed it back down.

"Which of my guards bit you?"

Alyus's eyes looked back up into Feyre's, and his rage seemingly passed on from her to whomever harmed such a rare commodity such as a pure blood human. His face softened ever so slightly, but there was still that rage in his eyes. Whomever hurt her would surely pay a price.. A steep one at that.
Paul
*Feyre braced her hands on the wall behind her when Alyus practically picked her up in his large paws. Her body bracing itself to be hurt again as she clenched her eyes shut. However, the girl slowly opened her eyes to find the King was being rather gentle in his state of rage, holding her petite leg in his hands without aggressiveness.*

"I.. I don't know who he was but, he was a large black bear when it happened. The guards who brought me in? It was the larger of the two."

*She kept her eyes lowered from his as she spoke, already feeling her head go dizzy from being frighted. The humans jaw flexed in a sign of tenseness. Trying her best to not shake in the hands of the King. She slowly looked up at him for a moment to take note of the pure wrath that coated his animal yet, human like eyes. But before long she spoke up, and for the first time it was clear she was being sincere.*

"I'm sorry for causing you so much trouble, King Alyus."

*As the bear set her down, Feyre found the means to calm herself as well. She stared up at the snow white beast in quiet observation, finding his features quite beautiful for such a terrifying creature. Though, with herself pinned against the wall, the pure blood wasn't sure about trying to move away. She glanced over towards the fireplace he had stood over moments before, wishing to savor in its warmth due to the drastically different climate change here.*
Shawn
The King let out a growl and turned his head away before he turned around. His paws clenched as his mind raced with what to do and how to handle the situation. Perhaps Feyre would witness first hand the truth wrath of the bear king for harming his newest possession. He let out a snort and turned, walking towards the door.

"Come with me."

Without another word, Alyus opened the door and stepped outside into the halls. He knew she would follow and he knew her leg would slow her down, it was just a matter of getting her out the door.
Paul
*Feyre swallowed hard at Alyus's demanding statement, letting out a shaky breath of air. She slowly clutched the sides of her long dress and started after the King, limping ever so slightly on her heel out the main doors. There was a formidable silence in those moments, Feyre peaked out of the room and into the long narrow stretch of complete nothingness.*

*Her eyes gradually made their way up towards Alyus, her head hung as if she were a puppy in for a scolding. Where we're they going to go? Better yet, what was going to happen? Questions buzzed through the girls head over and over until they were almost too loud to quiet out.*

"Where are we going? My room..?"

*Feyre murmured quietly as if they weren't the only two in the room. She seemed even more skiddish to be out in the open than confined in a room with the most powerful man in the kingdom.*
Shawn
The King stayed silent as he walked through the halls, rounding one after the other. He occasionally slowed his pace so the limping Feyre could keep up. Eventually they reached a door to a bedroom and the King opened it for the human to enter first. Once Feyre entered the room, she would be greeted with the last thing she'd most likely expect; her very own bedroom. It was lavish, most likely made specifically for more esteemed or royal guests, but here they were. On one of the tables was what could only be described as a meal fit for a King. Soup, chicken, bread, all kinds of exotic fruits and vegetables littered the table. It would surely be too much for Feyre to finish, but as was the life of royalty. 

Alyus would watch Feyre's reaction with a distasteful glare. It was against his worse self to allow a human such a lavish room, but she would soon become his prized possession. His pet. Something he showed off to the lords and ladies who dared enter his keep. All of them, *All of them* Would be jealous of such a prize. Alyus's eyes sparkled with deviousness, but nevertheless he cleared his throat and sighed.

"You will be up at dawn tomorrow. Yenn will show you around my castle, the castle you are not to leave under any circumstances. You are to stay out of the undercroft as well, unless you wish to stay there."