Cyne's hand running over her scar, her chill flesh, made the queen inhale sharply in surprise but she stilled until his hand moved long enough for her to tug her tunic back down and drop the wad of dark hair. "Sometimes, even the greatest warriors get tired of constant conflict, of fighting. Soldiers are the ones who dream the most of peace at night when steel and magic are laid down... but when dawn strikes and the weapons need to be taken up again, those dreams are shattered once more." She said cryptically, turning on the mattress to look at the mortal prince with a shrewd expression on her face. "I am not one of the damsels in towers in your realm, Prince Cyne. Push all you like, it takes much to offend me." Not that he should need a reminder of what and who the vampire was but the softened tone in his voice when she had exposed the scar on her back had concerned Elara as she slid her feet back under the sheets and the rest of her followed.<br/><br/>Almost lazily, she lifted an elbow on her side and turned to rest her head on her hand while she studied the Prince of Ashes, having made himself comfortable against the headboard of her bed. She watched him almost as if waiting for something, some signal or sound that he couldn't hear, but after a few moments, the knowing smirk fell and she leaned toward him to speak in a low voice. "As I am sure you are aware, every court has its dissenters, mortal and vampire alike. Your presence here will give a fair few of mine something to gossip about often enough until you are no longer the new shiny 'toy' in their eyes. And every court has their own ears listening for information they should not be privy to. In here, usually, it is safe to speak your mind as you wish, but once you are outside these doors, you cannot express any softness or fondness for your people, your father, your home." She lifted her free hand to forestall arguments. "Anything, anything that makes you seem anything other than resentful, angry or petulant about the situation will be used against you."<br/><br/>Without waiting for his confirmation that he understood, Elara twisted to her other side, turning the wick down in the lamp by the bed before flumping into the down pillow with a groan and stretching her torso, even curling and stretching her toes beneath the sheet. She arched almost cat-like on her back before relaxing again, and shooting Cyne a playful smirk, adding in a normal tone of voice, "Staring at me now, are we?"