Motto listened carefully as she re-joined him at the table.<br/><br/>“...magic that compels the targets to do as directed unquestionably..”<br/><br/>His eyes hardened.  The possibilities of insurgents went completely over his head and the Prince didn’t even hear the rest of Isabella’s words.<span style="font-style: italic">Compelled to do as directed. </span>That was bad.  Motto folded his hands and leaned his chin against them.  Something needed to be done and soon.  He wouldn’t be made into a slave and who the heck would do that to their own daughter?  The world was a darker place than he liked..all the more reason to stick to his forests and mountains.  A light sensation on his cheek caused him to start and pull away.  Before he could react, Motto’s skin experienced a brief tenderness where she had touched him.  A light gasp escaped his throat and she was smiling.<br/><br/>What was that all about?  It sorta came out of nowhere.<br/><br/>Motto shifted to sit up a little taller and felt his tension return at the word “puppet.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“A plan?  Mm.”</span>A firm nod.<span style="color: #00FF40">“Tell me.” </span>Motto was troubled by the new information and eager to escape his fate.  The whole marriage thing just got ominous, but the Elemental heir was able to adapt quickly.  Old magic was strong but not impossible to quell.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://i.imgur.com/LpUAVdL.jpg">[ img ]</a>