As they strode through the city, it was obvious the vampire city had yet to hear that their previous queen had fallen in battle, but one look at Elara and her prisoner in tow, and word began to spread, forcing the inhabitants back in a sort of informal procession that just consisted of the new queen, and the mortal prince following her. Her eyes were feral, guarded as she met the eyes of some while others knelt into a bow as she passed, leading Cyne through the stone streets to the only building built a little above the rest, no more than two stories and huge in comparison to the others, the high walls surrounding the barren earth around it. "This is the palace that belongs to the Queen and whomever she deems worthy to be of her court, Prince Cyne. Most of my soldiers are already inside, as well as their servants. You will reside here, which is best since I can't trust you won't end up dead in a gutter some night."<br/><br/>Her tone was matter-of-fact as she strode through the stone archway leading inside to a cool stone entrance area lit with torches every few feet to chase away the damp, as some familiar guards straightened from conversations and saluted their queen, their general. "As you were." Elara commanded, beckoning Cyne to follow. "I suppose you're wondering what I'm going to do with you here, Prince of Ashes... I haven't quite figured that out yet, since your father presented me with an unexpected gift..." She let her words trail off as she led him through several halls, circling through the palace and waving off offers of help from servants and salutes from soldiers, both male and female, until they reached a set of double doors that she pushed open with a flourish, leading into an opulent and plush bedchamber. Even the Queen's face smirked a little as she looked around at the richness of the fabric on the bed and covering the windows on the walls. "Someone has already redecorated for me... delightful..."