Eibhlin stiffened as the binding closed around her wrists, her eyes flicking from one guard to the next.  She glanced up in time to see Aisling fall forward, sprawling on the ground at her feet.  She hissed in anger and lunged towards one of the guards, who flicked his wrist and sent her stumbling back against the wall, the air knocked out of her as she glared with murderous intent.<br/><br/>There was no doubt what she would do if she ever got her hands on one of them, they could see the promise written in her dark eyes.  She caught the flick of Aisling’s eyes as she glanced over at her and forced herself to relax, her expression turning into a hard, cold mask as she moved away from the wall, falling into step behind Aisling.<br/><br/>She memorized their route as they walked, her eyes taking in everything, memorizing the play of shadows.  The halls slowly changed, going from the mottled grey of the stone used in the dungeon to the unnatural shades of marble used in the upper halls.  The guards feet hit the floors with a steady thump, the sound echoing down the halls, Aisling’s feet made little sound, only the soft, familiar whisper of her tread.  Eibhlin made no sound at all, her footsteps utterly silent.<br/><br/>They were lead through a set of double doors, the intricate carvings drawing her eyes for a moment before she felt the rough pull of the bindings as the guards sent them stumbling into the room, barely catching themselves as they stopped before a large desk.  The man behind it, some minor dignitary if she had to guess,  glanced up, his eyes flicking over them with disdain, though he stared hard at Eibhlin, looking her over a second time before he turned his attention to Aisling.<br/><br/>“Highness, I’m happy to tell you that you r father has agreed to a trade.  The two of you for a handful of… political prisoners,” he said with an amused expression as he stood up and walked around the desk, stopping for a moment beside Eibhlin to look her over more closely.  She bared her teeth in what might charitably have been called a smile, if her eyes hadn’t been quite so cold.  “I do hope our hospitality has been to your liking,” he said with a glance towards Aisling.<br/><br/>“Come along then… let’s not keep them waiting…” he finally said as he turned and left the room, expecting them to follow.<br/>