Eustella clutched the arms of her seat tightly, nails digging in. The interrogation seemed unnecessary to her, why couldn't they just punish her and be done with it? Instead she was in the castle,<span style="font-style: italic">talking to the king.</span><br/><br/>From the minute she entered the barren room, she could feel the magic coating the area like syrup, effectively keeping her from doing anything she might regret. Of course, her first instinct in most situations was either to feign calmness or provide plenty of rude remarks. Neither seemed like they would help her at the moment.<br/><br/>"Rather accommodating, isn't it?" she commented, cooly. "I ne'er thought a king would bring about justice on his own. Aren't there advisers and protocols for these sort of scenarios?" The thought of someone standing behind the king, whispering what to say into his hear and mothering him came to mind; she smirked involuntarily.<br/><br/>"Would you ask me whatever questions you have now? I'll be sure to confess all my sins." She pouted almost mockingly.