Cold truth was that Anton really didn't have that many questions for her. Man's curiosity for supernatural runs deep and is often intertwined with strings of fear and amazement but for Anton it was all too simple. She was wanted, he caught her. What else is there to know? What more would he even want to know from her that might benefit his current position. There was reason for it. More he knows about her, more he will realize that she is not a weapon, that she is not a witch with terrible power moving between her fingers... he will realize that she is just another woman, desperate to flee for her life from a man whose ambitions run deeper than his own blood. Once more he looked at her, watching as fire shines its light on her face and hair... She is a woman indeed, one whose beauty will soon be tarnished by hot iron. Her fingernails will be pulled, her skin will be torn and whipped again and again while she screams in deepest dungeons of the castle... and when they tire of her screams, when their perversions and horrid lust for suffering is satiated she will be tossed before the prince once again... and he will 'ask' once again for her to perform whatever spell she knows. And she will do it, he knows that, for if she doesn't they will slit her throat with a thin knife... at just the right place it will sever her vocal cords but her arteries will not suffer. Rendered silent, she will keep opening her mouth and try to cry out in pain with no voice will come... only horrid gasps of a woman that yearns for death. For long, long time, they will refuse to grant her that mercy.<br/><br/>Hunter reached down and tossed another branch into fire, listening to soft crackling sounds that fill the night. His mind was now filled with images of torture not unlike the ones he just imagined... though these were real, a relics of last war never to be forgotten. They tortured soldiers often, always asking for more, for a little bit more than they knew. Prince was not kind then, he won't be kind now and realization that he is bringing her into lion's den slowly began sinking in, pushing away the fact that she recently tried to kill him and that she still could. Every sense in his body was telling him that sleeping tonight may very well be bad idea. If he pushes himself he could spend whole night staying up, though he will suffer for it tomorrow.<br/><br/>His eyes suddenly fell down onto her feet and the realization that she felt relaxed enough to remove them in his presence. For a moment he believed that she was about to pull out a knife and throw it at him, though those suspicious were soon dispelled. Night was going to be long, he was certain of it.<br/><br/>"Why did you became prince's lover?" He suddenly asked, realizing that there is nothing better to do or think about... it took him few seconds to realize just what he was asking and he pressed his lips hard. Beans were already spilled, no use pretending anymore "Surely with your skills and... other attributes, you could've gotten with good standing noble. Why prince of all people?"