The cabin room was stuffy and hot, making the already close quarters even more unbearable. But Amora didn't care. She herself had been through worse, and put up with worse, she could handle it. Besides that, even if her companions were drenched in sweat and jut as exhausted as she was, she was still glad they were there. She rested her head on Drinian's shoulder, starting to doze off, when the door swung open, making her sit up out of surprise.<br/><br/>A black box was thrown in her direction, and Drinian pulled her away before it hit the wall behind her. "What are you doing?!" Amora cried. Lotor seemed to ignore her as two guards forced Drinian to his knees. "Oh, so you do admit that your self-less sacrifice on the archaic altar of nobility wasn't for Amora. This 'your life for hers' business was for Priscilla. I personally think you are playing games with Amora; maybe you think she's your play thing or something. Why? It's obvious Priscilla has her eyes on you. But then again, you never could read women or keep your nose out of other people's business, now could ya?" Amora sat there, looking at Drinian desperately.<br/><br/>Drinian and Priscilla were taken out of the room, leaving just Amora and Lotor.  "Jasper! Throw Priscilla on Drinian and bring Amora to me. Let's just say, no one is leaving here until Amora makes her decision. Take your time hurrying up, Jasper's orders are to kill Drinian in, oh let's see ... four ... three ... two ..."<br/><br/>"Stop!"<br/><br/>Lotor looked at her expectantly. Her head was bowed, her eyes shut. She swallowed, but the unsavory taste of the words soon to pour out of her mouth was nauseating. "You don't need to kill either of them..." Amora lifted her head, showing a coy look on her face that made Lotor grin even wider. "I love you already." she purred, each word defying her breaking heart.<span style="font-style: italic">If this is what it takes to save them, so be it.</span><br/><br/>Lotor held out a hand, which she took, and was brought to her feet. He gazed into her eyes eagerly, "I was hoping you would say that." he murmured, putting his lips on hers. She didn't move away.<br/><br/>As soon as they arrived on deck, the little crowd of rather confused sailors dispersed, revealing Priscilla on top of Drinian. Priscilla lifted her head, craning it to see Amora at Lotor's arm, her face turned red. "H-he was always so gentlemanly to me..." she tried to explain, but Lotor shook his head, smiling. "You're both my slaves from now on, he can be as gentlemanly as he wants after heeding my and my dear Amora's every whim." Priscilla looked shocked, turning to look at Amora. Amora looked away, unwilling to see the fear in her eyes.<br/><br/>"Alright, show's over! Put the two lovebirds in the room and keep them there. Amora and I would like some privacy." He turned towards her grinning from ear to ear, a smile Amora tried to match, to show she wasn't in such pain as she was. Men had punished her, whipped her, beaten her for reasons she didn't even know, but the pain of what she had to do to keep Drinian safe hurt far worse than her nine years as a slave.