A small smile tugged at the corner of Elara's mouth; it seemed to change the chilly mask she wore to something more... human, than monster. But the moment passed and the smirk that was her mask returned as she glided a fingernail over the cream and green fabric on the mattress. "I was alive before the Sundering, Prince Cyne... I remember how lush and fruitful our land was before magic went out of control and scorched our sky, leeched life out of our earth. Even my kind changed then. I like to surround myself with these colors mostly..." She added the last bit as almost an after thought, pulling the sharp pins out of her hair and throwing them carelessly on the vanity desk in a nearby corner. "You may either stay here, or I can have a guest room made up for you until I've decided just how you will best serve as the winning trophy in the view of my people." The vampiress had her back to the Prince and didn't seem one bit intimidated or disappointed by the notion of either way.<br/><br/>"Just remember, if you leave this part of the palace without myself or one of my personal attendants at your side, you risk that burning blood of yours being spilled on the floor." She reprimanded, turning to look at him over her shoulder as she started unbuckling pieces of her leather armor and hanging them on the stand in the corner of the room off a doorway that led into a large square chamber with an almost equally as large square pool of clear water in it, nothing like what surrounded the palace's walls. The magic in the walls surrounding Elara's chambers as well as her bathing chamber seemed to be palpable in the air, heavy on purification if one prodded at the gossamer weave of the spells used.