She was quiet as they walked, her oceanic eyes darting about as furtively as a thief casing the joint. The riches on display did not hold any appeal to her, however. She was not searching for ways one might get into the palace--she was looking for ways out. Chioni had absolutely no intention of remaining here as the prince's plaything, to be discarded or devoured the moment his interest waned. In the back of her mind, she knew escape was unlikely--she hadn't been able to evade Teryn's guards, and something told her an actual palace would have even heavier protection. Dragon or not, she didn't see her new "owner" as much of a threat to her freedom by himself, at least not yet--he seemed more like the spoiled, highborn brat she had expected of the royal family.<br/><br/>He denied that the brother he had stolen her from was truly the eldest, however. She snorted as he gently chastised her for not knowing anything about her draconian half. "Not much to learn. You're big, scaly, greedy fire-breathing monsters, and if you're expecting me to feel any loyalty to you just because whatever bastard sired me and abandoned my mother was one of your kind, you're going to be disappointed."<br/><br/>When he referred to the queen, however, Chioni noticed something about his wording that caught her off-guard. In formal occasions, even a prince might refer to the queen as majesty, but the way he spoke now suggested that she was, in fact, not his mother. Teryn had had several wives, as did a few of his highest-ranking warriors, perhaps the king kept a harem as well? That would explain all the spawn in the throne room.<br/><br/>Chioni hummed noncommittally as he guided her to his quarters. New home? Not for long, if she had anything to say about it.