Just when Darrik had thought he had gotten away with his little stunt as was about to look for some to dance with, two big men came up from behind him and grabbed him. Being a slave for some time, he knew better to run or resist... that only made things worse. His eyes widened when he saw the steal barred cage in the back of the carriage.<br/><br/>You can't leave me outside! its freezing!" he protested but it was pointless and he was tossed inside and the door was slammed shut!  Darrik folded his large white wings over himself like a large blanket or cloak, shivering in a cocoon of feathers until finally the the carriage came to a large very intimedating castle near the cliffs.... the sort of castle that looked haunted obviously owned by a demented and cruel lord... at least according to all the stories, apparently Lady Luna took pride in being who she was and didn't try to cover it up at all. She definitely not one of those simpering fledglings that hated and despised themselves.  No she seemed to be the sort who had embraced the darkness.... which was a bit surprising as she had seemed to allow him to walk all over at the party. Darrik however was now having second thoughts, perhaps he should've been nicer... or more polite.<br/><br/>Darrik bit his lip nervously as the carriage came to a stop and glanced over at the vampiress as she stepped into the cage.  He saw the leash in her and he glared at her indignantly, he of course didn't object out loud, he knew she was only using it to humiliate him.  Darrik yelped and stumbled out of the cage as she forcibly yanked on the leash. He did his best to recover as quickly as he, and kept quiet... he would pretend to be obedient, but she would be in a surprise when she tried to show him off for Guinevere, he had played the game so many times before. The trick was to pretend to be broken and be submissive...all the breakers in the past fell for it.<br/><br/>When she showed him his room, Darrik to struggled to keep from protesting all his masters had spoiled him before ...but this was just a walk in closet!   The young faery glanced away showing little interest.<br/><br/>"Thank you mistress," he replied meekly but there was a bit of arrogance and contempt in the way he said it. He grunted as she tugged on the chain again and he gave a her glare of annoyance, he was following!  she didn't need to pull him around. He glanced at the two doors as she pointed each of them out and folded his arms over his chest showing that he was unimpressed.<br/><br/>"How boring, I can't believe you dragged me out here, why can't we go back to the party?" he huffed, "There was sex! music and dancing!" he groaned as he leaned up against a wall and arched his back showing off his body in the pale light as he fantasized, "I can't believe Guinevere sold me to you. You aren't any fun at all," he scowled bitterly.