Vivian remained silent for a moment. The tip of his blade was pressed hard against her throat, and the heat of his fire threatened her from all sides. She dared to cast a glance at Jade who was beginning to stir, before returning her gaze to his eyes.<br/><br/>She had vaguely known who he was, but because she had been unsure she had dared to take the risk. Now she was beginning to regret it after having seen inside him. The death, anger, and blackness within his soul was overwhelming, and though her head was screaming at her to run from this man who had made a deal with Death himself, she knew she had to stay exactly where she stood.<br/><br/>He was undoubtedly Damon Dalca. The man whose death Aldric Fontaine, the king she was desperately running away from, had been pursing these many years.<br/><br/>How to explain their situation. How to explain to him that she was no longer a pawn of the most evil man alive, and that her mission was to keep the Princess safe and away from her father? Especially to the man who had more reason than anyone to kill the both of them on the spot.<br/><br/>Frankly, Vivian was amazed that he hadn't already killed them both. His temperment was notoriously unstable. She took a deep breath, felt a drop of blood form where his blade was pressed, and scowled.<br/><br/>She glanced again at Jade, worried that she would wake during this confrontation. Jade was still sleeping, but it was becoming apparent that she would soon wake.<br/><br/>Finally, Vivian gathered her wits, and spoke. "Damon, believe me when I say you don't want to be killing the two of us. We can help you." She stated, scowling at him.