Sybil wasn't sure what she found more insulting, the leech Queen's threats, or the assumption that Sybil was referring to her. Heat built up inside of her as let the words sink in. It wasn't like she was expecting the warmest of receptions, but she was glad it didn't take any longer for the Queen to show her true colors. There was probably a thousand things running through her mind, what she<i>should</i>say, what she wanted to say. Taking a light breath, she pushed away thoughts of where this leech could shove her loyal war hounds. Looking up with what she could only imagine was a glare, it took her no time at all to see that look on Prince Cyne's face. She was so accustomed to the look, but she knew she could hardly ignore it.<br/><br/>Even from the woman's slight huff, Cyne knew Sybil hadn't intended any prim and proper for Elara. He couldn't tell if Elara thinking she was the one being referred to was good or bad. Returning her glare with a stern shake of his head was all it took to quench the impetuous woman's ill intentions and he took little joy knowing he was going to act as her leash and muzzle for the foreseeable future. Sinking a little further, his heart didn't relish the idea of being in a courtroom full of angry vampires, with only Elara and her loyalists acting as a barrier between him and what he could only consider a horde. He doubted many vampires would accept him as...<i>openly </i>as Elara did, and thinking to the bath, he wasn't sure if them doing as such would be the scarier option.<br/><br/>"Crystal clear, your Majesty" Sybil begrudging stated, actively trying to soften her glare as she stared into the piercing blue gaze. What softened in her eyes however, didn't do much to her tone, with the title sounding more like an insult than a proper address. Her hatred for the leech, and their scantily clad queen, conflicted deep inside her with the honor she was swore to uphold. Had Prince Cyne's life not been at stake, Sybil would gladly torch as many of these parasites as she could before they ripped her to shreds like the animals they were. The only thing she would be thinking if he were safely on the other side of the portal would be what crimson was the deepest, her flames, their flesh, or this hellish realm's bloody skies.