Cyne's mind was in overdrive, taking in every subtle detail about his new home, the windows showing him the briefest glimpse of the bland world outside. It was almost a strange beauty, looking out at this world similar to home, but painted red by the sky's glare. The world seemed so, dull. Like the life had been sucked out of it almost. He realized he was going to fall behind if he continued gawking, so he kept his pace behind the Queen. Every vampire had one of two reactions to him. Disgust, or shock. Being a prince, he wasn't unused to the looks of a crowd, but this was different, and even though he knew a jealous look, never had one gaze been so hateful as he watched the eyes of guards, warriors, the kind of vampires he'd be fighting right now if he hadn't been traded.<br/><br/>As the walked towards an archway, Elara slowed, and he looked into the doorway. The room was a councillors studies, no doubt. He could see war maps, battle strategies, forces by number, tactical areas, everything. This table of strewn papers would be a spy's treasure haven. Hell, he was almost getting giddy looking at all the information. Knowledge was power after all. Yet, listening to Elara talk about it, it seemed as if not all her Councillors were, well, informed.<br/><br/>"Is there really advisers of yours who don't know about our treaty?" he asked with a smile.