(Cafune)<br/><br/>The crackling emitting from the fire place within Judas' study was the only sound to travel through the room. Sprawled out upon a a long satin sofa in front of the fire, the prince let the fire cast a shadow across his laying form, his arm hung off the couch carelessly, a glass of black liquid in his hand, half empty, while a set of cold gray eyes stared into the dancing flames. Platinum blonde - nearly white - hair was a tousled mess on his head, yet he wore the look all too well.<br/><br/>For a moment, Judas let his eyes fall shut, silencing his own breaths, as well as cutting out the crackling fire place. Once he had full focus, he was able to listen to the sound of the girl breathing in her new room. Her lungs filled consistently with air, only to be released softly until it was interrupted by an abrupt breath. She was awake.<br/><br/>Nimble fingers set the glass down on the side table as he pushed himself up into a upright position. Raking his fingers through the silk-strands of white, he stood and let his footfalls carry him out the door and down the hall with ease. The mansion was quiet, but he knew that in the morning it would be anything but quiet. He just hoped that he wouldn't regret what he'd done for this girl. There had just been something so... eerie about her. Something clicked that Judas didn't want to admit. Something dear to him, but how could he ever show anyone the heart he barely knew he had to begin with?<br/><br/>As he reached her door, he could hear the sound of her footsteps creaking on the floors as she got herself out of bed. An expressionless face was all he had to offer as he pushed the door open silently, just in time to hear the whisper which slid off her lips softly.<br/><br/>"Welcome to Hell," his tone was cold, anything but welcoming. "These will be your new living quarters. You will not be leaving this room unless it is directed by myself." with a stern finish, he stepped into the room further, taking in the surroundings that he'd ordered to be done. The room was made up and cleaned, as well as furnished and stocked with clothing that would fit her size.<br/><br/>"Any objections?" the lack of amusement on his face would send a chill through just about anyways spine, he wasn't exactly one to hold your hand and tell you all would be okay, for all he knew, this girl would be his new sex-toy, or even meal. He had yet to decide fully.