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[deepwallow]

He looked at her with a frown, distrust clear in his eyes before he ignored her and kept trying to get free. Stubborn he was indeed.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae reaches out, pinning his shoulder back and peering down at him,"... Why don't you... Speak?" She seems to struggle to talk, forming the words awkwardly

[deepwallow]

He frowned up at her and something like annoyance crossed his features. Why was she talking to him? If he got out of here alive, he'd get in heaps of trouble for talking to a noble. "Why should I?" He asked quietly, his voice soft

[CrimsonMoon]

She blinks at him, tilting her head," Because you're... An oddity... Like me,"

[deepwallow]

His frown deepens in almost anger and annoyance, but he says no more, returning to his struggling. An oddity. Ha. He'd been hearing that his whole life.

[CrimsonMoon]

Fae reaches out and turns his face back toward her, her igers soft and gentle,"... Is it because i'm Queen? Or because i'm your enemy..?"

[deepwallow]

He stares at her for a bit, his blood red eyes boring into her own, showing no sign of softening, walls thrown up to prevent anyone from seeing what's inside. "Queen." He replies quietly, still struggling as he feels one of the ropes begin to give slightly in his persistence

[CrimsonMoon]

" I'm not even old enough to be a queen..." She mumbles and once against settles close to him, her gaze was drawn and exhausted as if she couldnt think straight. Her arms tucked against her chest and legs drawn up against his

[deepwallow]

He raises an eyebrow at her, but does not voice whatever he's thinking. Instead he continues to stubbornly loosen the rope he felt shift. He had to get free and find out if any of the others were alive. If not, he'd be content trying to slaughter as many of these 'men' as possible until he was struck down

[CrimsonMoon]

" Don't try to escape... It's impossible," she mumbles, closing her eyes and resting her head on his shoulder," We're all still awake.."

[deepwallow]

At that he freezes and looks around at the supposed sleeping forms. Eventually he looks back at Fae with a mixture of annoyance and distrust, but doesn't shrug her off. He was warm, but stiffened at her touch and stayed that way. Even with her warning, he still tried occasionally to loosen the rope, though not as obvious or constant as before

[CrimsonMoon]

From nearby, a low growl comes from one of the 'sleeping' soldiers. Fae readjusts into a more comfortable position, her chin on his shoulder and warm breath tickling his neck... She smelled like rain water and cold snow...

[deepwallow]

He decides to stop and stiffens even more from here touch. Finally he asks. "Why are you touching me?" Frustration is mixed a bit in his voice. Did all nobles do this?

[CrimsonMoon]

She huffs softly and mumbles, in a half dazed sleep," ... We're all slaves... All slaves..." Her breathing slows more...

[deepwallow]

He narrows his eyes at her and looks up to the sky, ignoring her once again. He begins to think of all the names of his brothers-in-arms who might have died in the battle. With those thoughts in mind, he finally drited into sleep

[CrimsonMoon]

The morning was cold and dew dripped from te soldier's armor as they began to stir. Fae had sat up and was staring into the mist

[deepwallow]

The boy eventually awoke, stiff from sleep and the ropes. He regarded his surrounding as he remembered what happened to him. He still could see no signs of his brothers-in-arms.

[CrimsonMoon]

The soldiers began to move, stretch, the red glow returning more vividly to their helms, the yawns and growled like wolves, the Fox helm had been returned to fae and she had pulled it down... She growled softly as he moves and quickly pulls away..

[deepwallow]

The boy observed them all and his eyes hardened, vengeance and cold hatred filling his eyes. These things had killed his brothers. If they didn't kill him, he'd stop at nothing to kill them.

[CrimsonMoon]

As if sensing hit bloodlust, many soldiers turn, their helms burning into him as if they could see straight into his soul... A soldier pulls him up roughly and pushes him, urging him to start walking