<div class="floatleft">(http://i976.photobucket.com/albums/ae244/ghost_stalker108/God_Emperor_of_Dune_by_SingleOrganicMachine-2.jpg)</div><em>"Are we going to the court Master?"</em>The slave girl finally blurted out. The prince in his mind was taken back at the question, of all the questions she could have asked she chose that one.<br/><br/>"<strong>Yes we are, the Empress was gracious enough to provide quarters for me during my stay on the planet. It has more than enough room and...special accommodations.</strong>" He said continuing his walk.<br/><br/>"<strong>Now I ask a question of you. What have you been trained to do since your acceptance of the collar?</strong>" He asked actually looking back at her for a moment. His eyes now inquisitive in nature. She had shown herself loyal to him so far, but time would tell if she would truly stay or if this was just an attempt to get on his good side before she made her move. The last one he had trained himself, one year in had made an attempt on his life during a cool summer night. He remember the blade at his throat when he woke suddenly with her on his chest. Her eyes showed years of anger and frustration that she needed to vent. But she would not see her vengeance, she had not planned on the Prince being armed while in bed. The bullet passed straight through her heart, giving her a few fleeting moments of life to see the last face she would ever see. Vakarius' indifferent face, like that of a parent to a dissident child.<br/><br/>The memory of that night had lapsed his sense of time for a moment, realizing that during the time he was thinking he had actually stopped walking and was just looking forward as if he was frozen in time. Vakarius shook it off and continued his walk.