There was a strange feeling that pierced her mind as she looked at him, though she could not place its origin. As she watched him bow, it became even stronger, though she still could not discern what had brought it on. She should have felt fear or worry, he had the look of her enemy, even if he lacked the power. And this place, she had only been here once before, but memories swirled in her mind of what this island had been like in the days of its prime. It did not surprise her that someone had claimed the area, her family had left it to rot after the loss of life that occurred.<br/><br/>Her hand lifted as she looked at him, fingers absently fiddling with the locket she wore around her neck. It was a nervous habit she had developed over the years, one that alleviated her tensions and reminded her of happier times. Her mother had lined up other suitors over the years, but Faira had refused to consider them, and had claimed she would only wed if and when she took the crown of the Empress.<br/><br/>"I show respect to any that would help me, no matter their station or..." She paused, unsure how to say what she should say next. "Or where their power comes from. It is not my place to judge such things, not in times such as these. Survival is necessary." Faira said, her tone calm and even. Her crystal-like eyes held him gently, she was not sure if it was merely the magic of her own intuition, but she saw more than just darkness in that face. She saw pain. Loss.<br/><br/>"So how do you intend to spare me from this fate, my lord? Do you know something that I do not?"