Following quietly behind Elara, Cyne instinctively straightened himself out, holding his thoughts in and his chest out. The long, even strides he took kept him in pace with her, and he looked around, turning his head ever so softly. It'd be hard for a realm just at war with his kind to instantly forgive him and the peace he was supposed to represent. Cyne felt like he'd known his father good enough to assume he wouldn't simply break the treaty he'd resentfully accepted, bound to it by his honor. But Cyne wouldn't also put it past his father to try and figure out some form of loop hole to either get his son back, or get in the last, unofficial strike in the war.<br/><br/>Cyne wasn't unaccustomed to the gaze of a city's worth of eyes, but the way the inhabitants of the realm currently looked at him was unsettling at best. He knew a lot of the members in this city would love an opportunity to get their hands on a human, especially one with his ranked status. Although he'd been thinking about her words, he hadn't put much emphasis on what she'd said about rumors. Again, the prospect of people talking behind him was nothing new, but the implications of anything more than a civil treaty between Elara and him would surely be seen as near treason, even through his own standards. It wasn't a good idea to allow the heir of the kingdom to be anything but politically involved with the new queen of this realm after a war that had literally just been conceded.