Once Kahlus was away, Vakarius took the small, fragile leash and took it between a few fingers and with one quick motion snapped the then wire with barely any effort. His armored hand had a dull shine to them, the material in them no doubt a mixture of gold inlaid with the hard materials to make it battle worthy. On each guantlet the armor was etched in carvings and miniature murals that had been carved into the metal. Each section showing a different story without words.<br/><br/>"<strong>I never did like these flimsy leashes, never has a true use other than to show what others already know. It will not be needed, you obviously have no intention of escaping, and even if you did, you would have no where to go. I am Prince Vakarius Luminus ven Apsolus of the Nesstern, you will address me in the following manners: Lord, Master, or your Highness unless I say you can otherwise. Now that we got that out of our way, lets get out of this heat and back to my stateroom. I feel a long bath coming on. You may speak at your leisure but if you start to abuse it I will take it away.</strong>" He said laying down his ground rules quickly. They were simple but absolute. His voice carried the authority and grace of a royal but the sincerity and kindness that of a priestess.<br/><br/>Vakarius then began to walk back towards the Royal palace, not commanding her to come with him or even motioning her to follow. Such was the Prince's position, commands did not have to be given they were just assumed to be in place and to be followed. The princes cape flowed behind him showing off lean and fit body to the slave woman. His armored arms went to a resting position behind his back with his hands lightly grasping each other in a military fashion. His pace moderate and dignified.<br/><br/>"<strong>Since I already know something about you, you may ask me a question in return</strong>" He said not looking back at her but continuing to look forward at his path.