"Hardened hearts are what result in the aftermath of wars waged." Elara corrected Cyne, raising an eyebrow at his statement that she shouldn't fret over being seen as tender. "You've watched soldiers you trained have their fangs ripped out, their limbs cut away and bodies burned piece by piece. I doubt any tenderness is left in anyone after a war." She lifted her chin in pride as the great stone city-like palace began to grow larger and larger in the distance. "I am a logical queen, if anything, mortal prince. My predecessor's great mistake was attacking outright, without opening negotiations for a peaceful influx first."<br/><br/>Elara's eyes turned to look over at Cyne and study him while they rode, before she asked her own question. "And why did you quarrel with your father over how the kingdom was run in your realm? Did he not have a tender care for his own people in your opinion?" She queried, returning her gaze to looking straight ahead once more.