She was pretty for a human the Faerie Lord thought to himself. Or perhaps he took pleasure in the novelty of the moment she was experiencing. He could feel her confusion and frustration well with uncertainty about the whole process, yet she had her moment to turn away. Dwyn was not a slaver or a brute the Centaurs and Lamia’s kept their captured forced against their will. No, in the end if any in his court should hate him, the blame could be equally weighed upon their brow and desperation. If only they were stronger willed would they have denied him? But few do and few ever would.<br/><br/>There was pity but humans despised such sentiments when they were below the boot so he let his hand wrap about her shoulder, sharing warmth, and some intention to comfort. This was not the easy path. With him Alyss would come to know things and see all life was harsh and unforgiving. The illusion of ease and comfort were just that, even in the perceived paradise of the Elphame. New hardships always found a way to seek the merrymakers and humble them.<br/><br/>His smile was unearthly and beautiful the way the sliver of lips conformed into a crescent shape. Wave a hand from his brow high there was a glimmer of aether as an antlered crown shaped about his brow and hairline.<b> “Do not fret little one. A life of service among the Seelie is worthy, we do not delight in abject cruelty. Your kind and this world are our flock. So we must tend to it with delicate hands, and resolute minds. We only pluck a weed when we must.”</b>Lord Dwyn insisted with an attempt at reassurance. The Faerie didn’t hold much hope or care if she would relinquish her distrust or not, only that he made the effort to ease her transition.<br/><br/>Releasing her from his grasp he moved in a sway of shimmering emerald and silver robes that trailed the snow causing it fade into lush bloom. A garden of the colorful and fascinating nature sprung at his feet with fresh flowers on his way to a large wooden chair shaped in an ornate throne of artful knots and ancient images. It was dazzling.<br/><br/>With a single snap of his finger the Faerie lord demanded,<b>“Follow.”</b>And his word brought about a strong compulsion that started in her gut and rose to her chest and spread through her body. It wasn’t as if he’d taken control of her. It wasn’t like he’d forced his will over her. Never the less unless she strongly objected the want to move was made for her.<br/><br/>The once elder man Tormund wanted to say something but instead gave Alyss a sorry look. He would not risk the Faerie’s gift being revoked, and when he quickly looked over his hands it was clear the man was enraptured by the return of his youth. Racing quickly he burst out of sight. At this time Dwyn took his seat showering the small impish Elf a few gold coins for its trouble, to which it also in merry joy skipped away in a clownish tumble. The festivity sprung forth drink and food for all as an entire banquet table sat in the middle of the forests clearing with pheasant and cooked swine.<br/><br/>Silver reflected upon the duality of Alyss’ gaze now as long fingers patted upon the Lord’s lap.<b> “Come, come sit now dearie.”</b>He invoked. Lifting the hand he would lead her to sit upon his lap as if a small child, and only to give her a whimsical examination picking at her clothes and turning her face how he wished.<b>“Let us make a little game for ourselves little Alyss.”</b>His permanent grin grew wider now as he detailed his interests whilst combing through her hair gently,<b>“You will serve me and all I will of you. This is true and is the whole of the pact.”</b>The way he looked at her would be odd. It was the way men saw the little things of this world, like a pet, or a prey to hunt.<b> “But if I permit you to make a request, in turn for another would you play? Whatever wish save for you freedom, your death, or anything that may harm myself or my kingdom… I will permit. In turn I shall make a request. If you refuse it that shall be that, and we will carry on; however, should you agree I will give you this game until I grow bored of it.”</b>A low chuckle grew in his throat as the sharpened canines poked past his lips.<b>“You seem a thoughtful sort I believe you will make our time together interesting.”</b>Eyes went wide with a flash of excitement and enthusiasm before reflexively settling into the stationary of his persistent calm aloofness.