As they went into the bathing chamber, Sybil already felt her nerves being calmed. The magics here did nothing to hinder hers. In fact, with the state of mind these magics would put her in, she was likely more potent in here. With the robe still wrapped tightly around her, she didn't know quite what to say. A thousand thoughts ran through her head and none of them came to her tongue. Prince Cyne followed her so gracefully, the regal nature he held comparing well to her own rough and shaken posture. Seeing as they weren't in front of the vampire any longer, she dropped the formalities. "Prince Cyne, we must get out..." her voice came out hushed and whispered, but to her surprise, he simply raised a hand to silence her.<br/><br/>"Sybil, I know your intentions were to save me, but there is no need for it. Every word you say in here likely isn't beyond the Queen's own ears. And please, drop the titles. Here I'm not a prince, in fact, in this realm, I'd say we're equals." The shock was more than apparent on Sybil's face, and her mouth dropped open. It was the same face she'd make every time she wanted to argue, but knew there wasn't a point. "My father made a pact with Queen Elara. That pact was paid in blood, on both sides. And if that pact is broken, say, a rogue mage killing two of Elara's guards, then there will be much more bloodshed. Well, actually, one of her best mages is on his way to close it. To make sure no more of my devout followers like you come through and cause more mayhem." As he talked, Sybil instinctively straightened herself out. "Sybil, calm yourself. We're safe here. To attack us is to break Elara's own commands. And those here listen to the crown much like our own."<br/><br/>The thought of being listened on grated on Sybil, and the way Prince Cyne acted almost seemed out of place. He would've been much more cautious. Quietly, she thought if they'd used magic to wipe his mind or something. To calm him. In her heart though, she could hear the truth in his tone. This wasn't a ploy, no magic. If Prince Cyne felt comfortable here, it's because he had reason to. "Prince Cyne..." she murmured.<br/><br/>"No, not Prince Cyne, just Cyne."<br/><br/>With a frown, she recalled all the times he'd asked them to refer to him by his name and not his title. While some of the others partook, she wasn't ever going to forget her roots, the things that separated the two of them, and those difference that drove them together. Begrudgingly, she continued, "Cyne, we need to escape from here." Even as she worded, he just shook his head with that damn smile that showed he had already thought the same things she was trying to come up with. "So what are we supposed to do then, just rot away in this prison masquerading as a castle?" Drawing in a deep breath, she was quick to calm herself, and even though his smile didn't change, she still felt like she'd just slapped him.<br/><br/>"My life here, and now yours, means the kingdom stays safe. Even if we were to win a war against the vampires, it wouldn't be without spending almost all of our own resources. This was the compromise I forced my father into agreeing on. Now, you're dirty, clean up and then come eat." His tone resumed the one of her commanding Prince, but because he knew she'd try to argue otherwise. As he turned, he heard her take a deep breath, and before he could make it to the door, she quietly whispered, "Please stay with me." With a small smile, he turned and nodded. Rolling up his pant legs, he sat meagerly at the edge of the bath as she bathed in silence.