Sybil was at a loss for words, here stood the queen of the vampires, ready to cut her down where she stood, but Prince Cyne stood calmly and fully behind her. Like her presence didn't phase him. Had she used some kind of poison on his mind? Magics from this godless realm? The simple way he stood there, looking at her with disappointment... She swallowed a heavy lump, the disgrace she'd caused upsetting her more than mortality she faced. The respect his Grace seemed to hold to the vampire made her straighten out, and try as she might, she only managed to glare at the leech. Every time she thought of a curt retort to the vampire, her gaze shifted to Prince Cyne standing formally behind her. She'd seen that very stance many times over, it was the very one he'd use to talk to his Majesty, Lord Keagan. The one Prince Cyne had told her about, the stance he'd use to let his presence be known when he had no say over a matter.<br/><br/>Of all the students he'd trained in his time, the ones he'd grown closest too had always be the ones that he trained to protect him specifically. Arias, Triste, Ruger, and of course, Sybil. She'd always been the most rambunctious as well. Out of all of them, she was the most impulsive, but it was one of the reasons she had been picked to be his guard. Despite all of the implications, she had come to the realm of vampires against the wishes of her King and by herself none the less. A sense of pride was mixed in with Cyne's fear and sadness about what was going to happen to her. Here, he had no power, he was simply a symbol of a treaty. The only one who could atone for her actions were her. Or was she?<br/><br/>As the thoughts ran through his head, he could hear Elara berating Sybil, and Sybil's now almost regal silence. Her mind was likely churning of a thousand different ways to kill Elara, how to escape with him. With a heavy heart, he realized she'd need to be told. "Directly because of you coming through the portal Sybil, it's been unanimously decided that before anyone else can come through, it'll be closed." He could see the bleak expression, even in the dark and damp, as it riddled over her face. She realized she'd locked him, and by extension, him, here in this realm. An idea crossed his mind, not one he wanted to propose, but one that might very well save her life. "Elara, as the symbol of the treaty broken, it'd only be fit for me to be punished in her stead."