Elara's chin lifted with pride as she folded her arms across her chest, viewing both the King and his son with disdain. "Keagan, you are expecting me to accept a child, a hostage in exchange for what we have won, paid for in our own blood?" She asked haughtily, pinching the end of her gloves' fingertips and giving a slight tug to slide the studded leather material off her hand, and then the other, tucking them behind her belt. The new Queen viewed the Prince with a raised eyebrow when he stood up from his bow, her eyes cold and reserved as her chilly hand snapped out and curled under Cyne's chin, tilting his head up so she could look at him critically.<br/><br/>"You wouldn't be taking the time to examine him if you weren't considering the exchange, Elara... I know you... We've had our differences in the past." He pointed at the long ugly scar crossing down the side of his face, making his left eye droop, put there by one of Elara's personal raids on the King's tent in the battlefield. "I'm offering you  my firstborn, my country's future." He gestured at the small portable desk that he had set up with pens and paper, the document she was to sign and that would magically bind her word to not attack and relinquish the territory they had taken to the mortals. The King stepped closer to the vampire queen and held up the pen to her, making her release Cyne's chin from her vice-like grip, her fingernails leaving sharp, red welts on the Prince's chin.the<br/><br/>The Queen let out a slight snarl under her breath and snapped her fingers, sending the slaves and staff all back through the portal slowly, while her guards tightened their ranks around her and their grips on the shafts of the spears they held. "Fine... but if I find you sending some of your little magical saviors after us to retrieve him, I will snap his neck and drain him before I do the same to you, Keagan." Elara snapped, leaning over and scratching out an elegant signature on the paper, Queen Elara Sanguinos of the Black Court. She held out her hand for the key to Cyne's shackles, her glare taking in the King, the Prince and their entourage, before fixing her eyes on Cyne. "And your name, Princeling?"