"I don't believe it..." Amora whispered in awe, tracing each letter on the cross with a finger. If there was one thing Amora had learned from being a slave, it was that you shouldn't get your hopes up. A slave becoming a queen, that was even more unheard of than a slave becoming lady of a house! She shook her head in disbelief. "This can't be me, there could be other Amoras in the land... or maybe you got the names wrong..." But the proof was right in front of her, so she had to believe. It was a shock for her, just like when Drinian had told her she would be head cook back at the manor.<br/><br/>She gave Priscilla a kind smile, "If we do get out of this, and what you two say is true, you're going to have one of the best rooms I can give you." Feeling Priscilla tie her hair back for some unknown reason, she let out a relieved sigh. Was it fate that Drinian and she would become the rulers of the land? Or was it just hogwash? The jingling of keys brought her back, making her turn towards the door, or at least, what she thought was the door. It had gotten very dark in that small room, it must have been nearing nighttime.<br/><br/>Jasper poked his head in. "Jasper! Have you come to let us out?" "'fraid not lass. The other men aboard are loyal to Lotor 'n Alexander. You wouldn't get far, even if I help ye." He replied, the light of the lantern he held showing a frustrated look on his face. Amora nodded to herself, thinking for a moment, "We're headed for where Alexander is, right" Jasper nodded, "Aye. What's yer point?" "Well, maybe the only way we can get out of this mess is by going along with Lotor for the time being." She looked like she didn't like the idea, but what other choice did they have?