Paul
*Once the double doors opened, Feyre cautiously stepped past the bear King and peeked into the room. To her bewilderment, the human was bestowed to a cream colored wonderland of a room fit for a princess. A small gasp of astonishment left the girls lips as she took a step forward into the large room; taking in every detail of the golden designs.*

*Like a star-struck child, the pure blood crept around the bedroom for a few moments. Truly processing that this was now her room. However, she couldn't help the intruding thoughts in the back of her mind that she was a so called 'prisoner'. One that lived chain free- for the most part- and had their very own room instead of a cell. With all of the confusing puzzle pieces, it was enough to drive poor Feyre into questioning.*

*The human slowly turned back around to face Alyus and gave him a solemn look before speaking. Hugging her fragile arms around her cold body.*

"This is all very beautiful, Alyus. But... How many *Other* Women have you brought here to tell them the same thing."

*There was a slight dolefulness in those blue-grey eyes of hers as she spoke. Not that Feyre had any right to ask such a thing- but she wanted to know if this was all just one big lie. If she truly wasn't special and just made a call girl like all the others she knew the King had to have had. With a more hushed tone, Feyre went on.*

"How many girls lived in this room?"
Shawn
A grin appeared on the King's maw and he sighed, shaking his head as it looked down at the floor. A chuckle left his chest and he looked back up to Feyre. Was she really asking a King who had no Queen how many women he's bedded here? Well, the surprising answer was none.

"All the woman I've had who've actually let me have them stayed in my room with me. It's the least I could do for them letting me inbetween their legs, hm?"

The King's smile faded as he pointed to the food on the table, his irritation still lingering from before.

"I expect you won't waste what my cooks have made."

Alyus turned to the door, sighing heavily as he did so. He then grumbled under his breath as he opened the door once more.

"Most of that was for me anyways.."
Paul
*With the King's cocky response; it was enough to light the young girls face up. Feyre quickly turned her face away when she heard such nasty words, blushing immensely all the while he laughed. She couldn't put a finger on it, but something about him always seemed like he was* **Trying** *To fluster her. To bring her to submission in any way he could. And given he was not only a King, but an intimidating man at that- it wasn't hard for Feyre to feel small.*

*Nonetheless, her attention turned towards the bears pointing paw and fell onto a variety of platters. Her eyes widening in hunger. Feyre practically ran over to the table and sat down on the couch near the fire pit to begin eating; not having a real meal in many months. Though, Alyus's low grumbling caught Feyre's ears as she looked up to the bear heading towards the door.*

*She debated speaking up. Knowing damn well it would be a total disaster to stay any more time around the shapeshifter than she already had set. But being human and all, caused her heart to be a bit too big for her own body. Feyre bit down on her cheek and rolled her eyes at the king before clearing her throat to grab his attention once more.*

"I can share with you, if you'd like?"

*Feyre lifted up an entire vine of juicy red grapes towards the King as she tilted her head in question.*

"I can't eat all of it, or i'd probably get sick. So, if you ate the rest it wouldn't go to waste, right?"