Tristan had been trying to sleep, trying because the cell was so small and simple that it didn't have a bed. It was also so simple that it didn't have a toilet which made the young man very glad that he hadn't been there long enough to need it although he was admitedly very tired and hungry.<br/><br/>The sounds of the imps guarding his cell were also very distracting, the high pitched scratchy accents mixed with the language that sounded like a cross between frogs and a french man was enough to drive anyone crazy. They stopped at once as the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall and a young and very attractive woman came over to the cell. She wore little in the way of clothing but still looked deadly none the less so it was a shock when she opened the door to his cell and spoke in a very soft and girly voice "you have been summoned godling, come" he almost forgot how to move as she held out a hand to him. He took her hand and felt almost normal, it was soft and smooth and she felt warm.<br/><br/>Almost lovingly she pulled him out of the cell and then keeping his hand in hers guided him towards the queens chambers, her hand stayed laced with his as if she were his lover. When they arrived the woman announced herself and stepped in, letting go of his hand to leave him standing in the middle alone as she moved to one of the silky looking coutch's and lay down on it provocitivly her eyes seemed to stay with him.<br/>With a nervous gulp he waited in silence.