Elara thanked the handmaiden quietly and dismissed her, but the maid lingered a little as if there was something she wanted to say to the new Queen. She had been flicking through papers on a nearby desk in the room when she realized the girl hadn't left and looked up, locking her eyes on her handmaiden. "Is there something else, Jocelyn?" Elara's question was stated in the tone of not wishing to be tested this late in the day or night.<br/><br/>Jocelyn swallowed nervously and flickered her gaze between the Queen and Cyne in his fresh pajamas once before she spoke. "My Queen, will he be staying... in here with you?" Her voice was soft, barely a whisper above audible as Elara blinked in response to the question before waving a hand at the girl.<br/><br/>"Your duties are done for today, Jocelyn. Go to sleep, and if Hania wants to demand more information from me, she can get her lazy ass out of bed and ask me herself." Elara's reply was delivered with a smirk and a hand resting on a hip clad in silk sleeping trousers the color of sea foam. Jocelyn's eyes widened as she met the blue knowing gaze of her Queen before she bowed smartly and went off. She shook her head after the girl left and closed a book of maps with a sharp snap before leaving it sit on her desk. "The girl had a point though..." Elara muttered, crossing her arms over her tunic and turning to look Cyne up and down.<br/><br/>"You may stay here, but there are other sleeping quarters in this part of the palace should you prefer your own space, Prince Cyne. They're just not as lush as mine." Her eyes were playful, and her tone a challenge as she studied the young human prince with an expression of one sizing up competition again. He wasn't unattractive for a mortal; she had seen just how fit the mage's form was, prepared for war under all that armor, and she had felt his burning gaze linger on the curve of her hips and of course, her exposed breasts.