"Oh? I figured of all you creatures, you'd be the most loyal to your headless queen. After all, wasn't it her who ordered you to try for the head of my father?"<br/><br/>Unable to hold his smirk anymore, he looked around the dismal wasteland, the bloody skies making an ominous mark on his fortitude. The nothingness he was faced with was eerie to say the least, and although he didn't act on it, he wanted to raze everything in sight. At least burning bushes had color. Straightening his suit with his newly free hands, he turned back to Elara.<br/><br/>"So, dear Elara, now that I am at your will, how do you propose we make the best of things? I hear a fire mage's blood burns on the way down."<br/><br/>Thinking about the last comment, he broke his gaze, and looked down, trying to hide his smile, but he couldn't keep himself from letting out a humorless laugh. Now that he thought about it, a prince's blood, as well as a powerful mage's blood, must be a commodity to these bloodsucking people.