The general chaos of all the children talking was a welcome change for Cyne, much too used to the quiet, whispered rulings of official matters. Their youth flourished, and even though some of their ideas were outlandish, he had to remember this entire place wasn't any land he was used to anyway.  Something outlandish would likely fit right in with their skinless horses and dragons of legend. Despite being a new comer, they didn't seem to pay him too much attention either. It was a pleasant experience, not being forced into the foreground of the lesson.<br/><br/>Elara, however, as soon as she stepped into the room she caught everyone's attention. A quick hush fell over the children, and a small smile made it's way to his face. She definitely commanded attention, and he had issues seeing her as anything but the queen. It was a weird thought thinking of her being submissive to Ava. Even Caldwyn's change was noticeable. But Elara's words only made everything change more. Although he'd already come to terms with the fact that he wouldn't be going home, he'd hoped his father wouldn't have sent anyone. And anyone coming through, without Elara's protection especially... That'd be the death of one of his own kin on his hands.<br/><br/>With the smile completely faded off his face, he stood hesitantly, looking between Elara and Caldwyn. Holding back a deep sigh, he simply nodded his head and walked out of the doorway, where Elara had come from. As soon as he was out of eyesight of the children, he let out the guttural heave of sadness he expected. His eyes were dry, but despite the freedom he'd been presented with here, it was hardly his home. Thoughts of his friends and kin flashed through his mind. The stoic figure of his father, surrounded by the young and boisterous brothers who'd be the next to inherit the throne. The few and skilled guard he'd trained day and night with. Every soul he'd touched while acting on the behave of his father's kingdom.<br/><br/>"Have they already been killed, whoever it was?" He asked as Elara left the room. Despite the crack in his voice, it still sounded regal, much more formal than it had been just moments ago while listening to the children. Although his posture had straightened back into that of a prince, his mind was a barrage of thought up scenes, the deaths of his closest of blood and heart. Had his father so easily denied his choice and chance of peace? At the cost of not only his pride, but his own son's sacrifice?<br/><br/>************<br/>Despite their words, Sybil did everything in her power to not go peacefully. She wouldn't allow them to lull her into a false sense of safety, even as a prisoner. She couldn't reach her whips with how they held her arms, so she inhaled deeply, getting ready to blow a ball of fire down her own arm to ignite her assailant. But as the hot wisps of flame starting growing deep in her throat, a sharp pain struck the back of her head. And everything went black.<br/><br/>The sound of grating brought her to, and she raised a dirt covered hand to wipe the sleep out of her eyes. The harsh torch light didn't give any heat to the stone floor she was picking herself off of. Looking up from the floor, she came almost face to a leech chewing on the metal bars sticking through the earth like mighty rusted pillars. The glassed over eyes seemed to peer directly into her being, she could tell the only thing that beast had on it's mind was devouring her. The slobber it drooled over the steel as it continued gnawing let her know all she needed to. A shiver of fear ran through her very core as she realized she'd been completely stripped and thrown into a cell, bars on three sides, and a solid stone wall behind her.<br/><br/>"Don't bother trying your magic witch, it won't work in here." The armor clad leech in front of her looked much more human than the beast still gnawing at the steel to get to her. Anger embraced her, and she tried to ignite her hand reaching out to grab the leech. A spark barely sputtered, and she could feel the magic she did try to use sucked away from her before it ever took form. Even the act alone seemed to leech more energy than it should. "Where the hell am I," she screamed, pulling effortlessly on the bars. Upon being ignored, she went and sat on the floor, in the corner further from the depraved leech in the next cell over. Pulling her knees up to her chest, a tear escaped as she tried to cover her vulnerable self up.