Amora looked at Drinian, smiling gently, eyes still wet with tears, "Don't say that. You've been the first person to treat me like an actual human being since....since...." Her voice trailed off and she shook her head. "It doesn't matter. The only one at fault here is L-" she was cut off by Lotor thumping down the steps, a woman slightly resembling Amora in hand.<br/><br/>Amora blinked at Priscilla, unsure what to think. "Do you... know each other?" she asked, looking at Drinian questioningly. From the sound of things, they had known each other. Regardless of what Drinian did up until that point since Lotor kidnapped Amora, however scandalous it may have been, Amora was still glad to have him back.<br/><br/>Amora stared at Priscilla when she spoke of the two of them being royalty. "I'm not a queen... I'm a slave, little more than that." she muttered quietly. She had no idea about the legend, or that her name was passed down through the ages to be the new queen.<br/><br/>Lotor, ever the snoop that he was back at Drinian Manor, pressed his ear against the door, listening intently for the sounds of betrayal. From what Priscilla said, he knew that Drinian and Priscilla had known each other, a short time maybe, but long enough that it would sound like an act of betrayal. However, when he heard Priscilla speak of the new king and queen, he gnashed his teeth against each other, "I would rather be hanged than have him become a king." he growled to himself, straightening up, and leaving them to speak to themselves. It would be a few more days until they would rejoin Alexander's regimes, and that was plenty of time to make Amora his.