"Cyne Celosia, but I've been known throughout the duration of this war as the Prince of Ashes."<br/><br/>Although he didn't intend for it, something was unsettling about watching some of the vampires, and even some of his own men, squirm as they recognized his title. He wasn't boastful, but he had been on the front lines more than once. Often, he helped changed the balance of the battles he joined. His family were in power for a reason.<br/><br/>Knowing the vampires though, they'd be looking for his fear, the fright in his eyes, and that's not something he'd give them. To be honest, he was pretty terrified at the thought of being at the whims of such a dangerous vampiress, but he kept his cocky smile, even raising an eyebrow. Intimidation was something the vampires held over almost all humans, himself included, but it wasn't something he'd admit to. Or let them see.<br/><br/>"So, Queen Elara..." he glanced at the papers, "Sanguinos. Shall we be headed back to your palace, or shall we continue the small talk?"<br/><br/>Something winced deep inside of him as he watched his father hand the vampiress the key to his shackles. He looked into the Veil.