Cainen looked down at her, arms over his chest. "Daughter. What brings you to me?"<br/><br/>Before Rea could say anything, Jakob was dragged in. His cheek was bleeding from a slice and his arms were shackled behind him. A piece of fabric crossed between his teeth, effectively silencing him. He was thrashing against them, managing to struggle a surprising amount for such a skinny thing.<br/><br/>"Sir. We've captured a spy from the Dark lands," one of the guards said. Her--yes, her--eyes were a brilliant blue, hair a soft brown. She was holding Jakob tightly. "He spoke in his heathen tongue and threatened Rea. He may have useful knowledge, but so far he refuses to talk."<br/><br/>Jakob thrashed, lunging towards Rea. His eyes were wild. But below that---absolute terror. But of what was he terrified?