"We are husband and wife on paper. Nothing more." Elijah announced, looking back at her with a blank expression. He tucked his shirt in his trousers, brushing a stray lock of her hair that hung over her shoulder away. It irritated him too much to ignore. "When we are in public you shall act happy and in love. In the castle you can do as you wish." He informed her coldly, opening the door and stepping out of the room. He didn't seem to have an ounce of emotion in him anymore. No sadness or remorse was apparent in his expression. He looked somewhat like a stone statue, pristine and still. "And I wouldn't try and run, your family will pay the price for that."<br/><br/>The Prince turned on his heels and walked down the corridor towards the stairway. As he reached the end, his mother greeted him. She wore a long red and gold gown - the Winfield colours - accompanied with a crown and many jewels. "Son." She said quietly, a small smile on her lips.<br/><br/>"It's done, she knows." He muttered, stopping in his tracks to converse with her, but not actually turning his body to look at her.<br/><br/>"And her reaction?" The Queen asked.<br/><br/>"I do not know. I did not stay to see it."<br/><br/>"Good. We are very proud of you." She smiled, her hand moving to pat his back. The affection was forced. Awkward. And the Prince only lingered for a moment before he continued his path towards his bedroom. When he arrived, he shut his door and re-undressed himself, climbing into bed and picking up a glass of wine that had been left for him. He took a long sip and lay down for sleep, sighing softly. It had been a long day indeed.