Sybil rose somewhat tenderly, surprised at how comfortable she was. It'd been a little bit since she'd been able to enjoy a proper bed. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes though, the tender surprise turned into sourness as the flat castle's cold stones were becoming clearer with every wipe. Despite the troubled sleep, it wasn't a bad rest, and she almost felt ashamed that a good night's sleep could make her forget where she was being held prisoner. For a second, she wanted to slip her head under the sheets, burrow her face into the soft pillow and just let the world drown behind her. It was only a second before her mind went back to Prince Cyne, and the help he needed from her.<br/><br/>Carefully rolling herself off the bed, the cold stones did their part to wake her up. She slowly glanced under the bed, and at the barred window. Nothing seemed to be out of place, other than her. Seeing the extra set of clothing provided for her, she had to wonder what kind of games the leeches where playing at. Nothing about the way she was being treated seemed out of place, she'd been accustomed to harsher conditions in the past. But surely Prince Cyne wouldn't be swayed to the bloodsuckers so easily. She still had doubts on whether or not he was under some elaborate demon magic of the vampires, as much as she could be without acknowledging Prince Cyne was definitely himself.<br/><br/>Getting dressed, she almost felt mad that the fabrics were so nice. Like wearing this was their way of trying to make up for this bloody war. Like she could simply be bought with fake smiles and soft clothes. Mustering up her strength, and trying not to be too aggressive, she knocked on her cage door. "I request to see Prince Cyne," she said, clearing her throat quite loudly, "Take me too him." Even as she was talking, she knew she should at least<i>try </i>to be a little more diplomatic, but she hadn't pledged to protect the King's son because she was good with words.