Kara was unsure how to feel about Kaseem's order regarding the demons. She had no sympathy for them, because they had hurt Hallbjorn and dogged her every step, but she did not want there to be further violence because of her. Whatever the Sons of Silence were, it sounded ominous.<br/><br/>Even though those around her ate and drank, Kara could not touch what was offered to her. She thirsted and she was hungry, but she would not partake of anything the king had to offer. She had not fed from Hallbjorn that day, and the thought of drinking anyone else's blood disgusted her. Kara hoped that she would be strong enough to go without.<br/><br/>She listened to Kaseem, and latched on to any information regarding her father, and now her grandfather. But the king's bloated arrogance about being divinely favored soured her to ask anything further.<br/><br/>When he revealed his plans for her, Kara shot to her feet. Perhaps she would have been better off to hold her tongue, or pretend to go along with his plan until she could escape, but the thought of his hands upon her elicited a violent response from her.<br/><br/>“I will never marry you!” Her lips curled in disgust. “You sicken me. You're a cruel and arrogant king. There is nothing divine about you. Maybe the Eternal Flame, whatever the hell that is, perishes because you should not be king.”