The comforting heat of his flames flickering over the tips of his fingers made Cyne smile. It didn't burn him, not anymore, especially after the wars. The wars he was about to end. Both sides had taken many losses, apparently including Queen Ava, the previous ruler of the vampires. He clenched his fist, putting out the fire as his father, King Keagan, motioned for him. The shackles around his wrists clanged together, hopefully an accepted sign of peace.<br/><br/>"You see Elara, my eldest son has offered himself unto your kingdom to do as you wish. Provided we both agree to cease this damned war."<br/><br/>Cyne smirked a little, more out of flat humor than anything. He looked at the new Queen, and bowed to one knee. He bowed his head, his blond hair slipping from over his shoulder. As he looked up, he addressed the vampiress herself.<br/><br/>"Too many lives have been lost, and many will be forgotten in the course of time, and I'm sure you've killed a fair number of our men without knowing their names. I offer myself as an equal trade. Stop the meaningless death of my kinsmen, and take me in their stead."<br/><br/>He stood back up, trying to straighten his garments, the best he could in the shackles.<br/><br/>"My father holds the only key to these shackles, and he is willing to trade you the key for a treaty, a cease of arms if you will."<br/><br/>"Son, silence, let me speak for myself!" his father said, interrupting the young man's monologue. Keagan turned back to look at Elara. "What he said is true though. I offer you my eldest son in hopes of peace. Both sides have been harmed, and to what ends? Take my son, and all we ask is for what we lost in terms of land, and lasting peace."