Now that the intimidating (but comforting) assassin was no longer at her side, for Stones had risen and bowed his farewell without further comment on his Prince's dismissal, Sybille was not quite certain how to proceed.  She got to her feet, standing before Konrad with confusion and fear most keenly felt, but anger, certainly there as well.<br/><br/>Her cheeks were just the faintest shade of pink when she spoke to him.  "Am I your prisoner here, Konrad?" she asked, her daring to use his name causing a guard at the door to hiss in alarm.  "Because I think I am.  What do you want from me?" she demanded.