Cyne couldn't keep himself from smiling. He even lifted his neck and turned his head, exposing his full neck to the Queen.<br/><br/>"Please, oh strong one, don't hurt me." His smirk grew. "I didn't come here to be your blood bag. Besides, I doubt that even the most frenzied<i>leech </i>can withstand my fire. Ever wonder how I got that title, Prince of Ashes? Before this war of our, dear Queen, I was the kingdom's royal crematory mage."<br/><br/>Thinking about his past, his smirk faded, remembering all the dead he'd burned to ash. Dropping the smirk altogether, he sighed, remember all the living he'd burned to ash. All the vampires that had fallen to his forces, to his own hand. A stern face took his smirk's place, and he looked away from the vampiress. Realizing this was between two royal generals was certainly humbling. After all, it wasn't only the vampires who'd lost their queen.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry. We've both suffered greatly, and it will take time for me to be able to look at you and see something other than the race that was just waging war on us not two days ago."<br/><br/>He even bowed, trying to show his sincere apology. A tear ran down his face as he stood back up, and he wiped the lone tear away.