Elara paused her pacing as she looked down at her prisoner kneeling before her prince and swore an oath, not for her own sake, but for Cyne's life. The vampire queen shook her head slowly at the mage on the floor in the nudge before them and sighed heavily, resting her hands on her lower back while she leaned her head and neck back some, stretching. "Just... perfect. How on earth am I to spin this as a benefit to my kind? Telling their families that the two your friend killed were traitors is not what I would prefer... but it will save her neck a bite." She ran a hand over her face and grunted in surprise at remembering her prisoner was still in the nudge on a very chilly-to-human's floor.<br/><br/>The queen herself strode away from the mortal pair and took the corner hard, reaching out and yanking the heavy cloak from the guard's shoulders, silencing his questions and complaints with a hard look before she returned to the cell, the guard in tow. "Open the cell." Elara commanded, staring at the door passively, as if expecting it to open simply by her words.<br/><br/>"Your Majesty?" The guard asked, his voice unsure, glancing at the prisoner, the queen, and her trophy each in in turn. Elara turned to look at him, her expression forbidding as she cocked her head to the side, as if to ask,<i>Are you going to make me tell you again?</i>Without another word, the guard stepped forward and unlocked the cell, pulling open the door, which allowed Elara to pass inside, bending down and sliding the cloak over the kneeling mortal's shoulders. The material was heavy and the guard was a tall, broad shouldered man, so the cloak covered her neck to mid-calf, with enough width to close in front of her and protect her modesty.<br/><br/>"Rise, mortal, and find your oath accepted. Should you break faith with  your oath, the magic of this realm will take you, one way or another." Elara intoned dramatically, calling the guard's superstition and Cyne himself as witness. Then the vampire queen looked to Cyne. "We'll take her for a bath and let her get dressed. Then perhaps a meal. You mortals come to me thin it seems." She murmured in a low voice as she exited the dungeons with an arm around Sybil, tight and guiding, more to keep Sybil from scarpering off, than to be kind as she nodded Cyne to follow.