Cyne stayed behind Elara, for quite a distance. Her own guards followed her almost to the very edge of the cells holding area. He could tell she was being forced into a stance that one of his people would have to be dealt with. And just like he was raised himself, she put her kingdom before any feelings she'd held towards him. Despite the time he'd spent here, the soured and stoic expression on her face was the  most he'd ever seen her as the Queen of this realm. There was hardly a doubt in his mind that half the city would want the human who'd come through's head on a plate in the town public. Proof of Elara's commitment to the throne. Seeing the image flashing through his head made him wonder if his father's own kingdom was any different.<br/><br/>Thoughts kept mulling around in his head as to who his father would have sent. Although he was king, his father didn't seem like the kind of man that would send through a single person. A woman none the less. Stopping as Elara walked down the dungeon walkways, he realized the anger in his father, in his self and his inability to do anything about the punishment of the woman down there... The palms of his hands burned, threatening to start smoking. Cyne hardly found himself in the situation he'd let anger take hold of him, but this wasn't a situation he'd ever be able to even think about preparing for. Although his composure was maintained, Cyne knew that the only way for him to not give off his own emotions was to make his face utterly blank. Although his jaw was clenched, he remained staunch and formal.<br/><br/>Suddenly the sheer lack of power he held here struck him. Elara wouldn't be able to make the exception just for him when the very blood of her people had been spilled by one of his kind. Even now, he imagined the opposite, if his father had captured a vampire killing humans. There wouldn't even be a trial. The offender would have been burnt to a crisp. If there was the opportunity allowing it, the demonstration likely would have been public. It was only when one of the vampires walked past him not wearing the garb of Elara's elite that he allowed his curiosity to best him that he made his one path towards the cold dungeons. The damp air seemed enchanted, and to his own surprise, he could feel the latent magic of his being pushed down and stopped.<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>She wasn't sure how long she'd been down here, but the leech across from her had finally giving up on chewing through the steel and resigned to fall asleep with one of it's outstretched claws reaching at her through the bars. The earth seemed to suck what little heat she had, and the air felt like it was draining every ounce of magic out of her. She'd been trying for some time to conjure up a flame, and the best she could do was hardly the flicker of a candle. But she clung to that minuscule ember, cherishing the small warmth it granted her. How easily she'd let herself get captured. To risk everything, and to make such a simple fool out of herself like this... She couldn't help but let the tears freely flow as the time passed.<br/><br/>The sharp but faint clacking of feet caught her attention as she realized another one of the leeches was coming down the stair well. The harsh voice speaking to the one that guarded her set her on edge. She did the best she could to wipe her eyes and stop shivering as the leech turned it's attention to her. As one of Prince Cyne's own, she'd been trained to endure torture at the Lord Keagan's requests. Knowing as much about the prince as she did was an honor worth defending. "I don't answer to you leech, but if you want my name, I'll gladly carve it out with my whips." She wouldn't give this one any more pleasure than any of the others she had to deal with.