At the prince uttering his nickname given by the King's soldiers in battle, Elara's lips curve up on one side in a pleased smirk as she grasps the King's hand in her fist once he gave her the key, almost crushing the bones in her grip. "I mean what I said, Your Majesty. One whiff of mortal blood that does not belong in Arcadia, and I will bring the full weight of my forces down on on your measly little kingdom." She hissed before releasing him, flinging the King back from her and turning to tilt her head at her people, nodding them to start filtering through the Veil. Her fingers slide quickly around Prince's wrists, unlocking the shackles and flinging both them and the key to the ground, before waving a hand wordlessly at the portal. "After you, Prince Cyne Celosia," she intones, her smile only the slightest bit mocking.