She liked the name kitten, it was really the only, and first pet name she’d been given. Sure men called her all the generic names but few bothered to make one up just for her. It made her feel special.
Syvis blushed at his dirty comment before she gently swatted him “Keep it in your pants love.”
"For now I will." He said, suggesting that he might not always. "And I can tell my your flushed face that you liked the nickname. Tell you what. When we get out, I'll buy you a little bell collar to go with the name. I bet it'd look good on that beautiful neck of yours." He teased further, letting his hand run gently along the side of said neck to emphasize his point. He'd do it, though at the moment it was mostly a tease. "After all, a kitten so stealthy as yourself needs a bell so you don't sneak up on me~"
She took the hand he gave her before she opened her mouth to speak again; “You know I read tales of women far from here in places where they’ve still magic just not the same. These women are supposedly gorgeous and can tell you your whole life based on the shape of your hands...and the little lines within your hands.”
He listened to this and he thought. "Sounds like some form of divination. It sounds pretty impressive."
She traced the creases of his hands as she spoke. “Now I am no such woman, but I do love a good story.” She spoke very professionally as she delivered her story. “You’ll wed and she’ll be gorgeous, you’ll never see any woman like her ever again. She’ll be utterly mind-boggling. Your hands further tell me you’ll get that castle you spoke of and your wife will make you fill it full of life, so you need not worry about it being deary. Hmmmmm… that’s all.” Syvis giggled as she put her hand in his leaning down to kiss him.
She was suddenly interrupted by the clunk of a door swinging open, alas her time of serenity and warmth was ruined by the harsh reality of their situation.
He listened with a smile, and when she leaned down he said, sarcastically of course, "subtle." He tried to meet her in the middle, but the unlocking of an iron lock was impossible to ignore.
In stepped two dragoons, the armoured guards of Blackstone Deep. The first one was slightly bigger, and the second just a bit taller. The first one spoke. "Time to eat leech."
He had swiftly, but gently set her down on the plank bed while getting out from under her so that they didn't get any clues. If they did they'd be separated, which meant only she could escape. Which he sincerely hoped for, but he'd much rather get out with her than be left to rot for a few months until his uncle inspected the prison and found him there.
He held his hands up and walked out as directed, and was escorted by the first guard. The second stayed behind and said to her, "you, come with me."
He didn't wait, and grabbed her arm. He brought her down a long hallway and past several cells, until they reached a room with a heavy oak door. Inside was a chair with attached manacles, she was secured to it, and in stepped a man wearing a long gambeson coat of black with a white shield emblazoned on it, and on the shield was a red eye, a member of Eberwolf's Knights Inquisitor.
He sat down in front of her and asked her questions. Who she was, where she came from, why she was at the banquet, and more interestingly, what was her relationship to
Conrad. These were meant to determine two things, identity, and state of being, basically they wanted to know if she'd been enthralled. If so, then she'd be sent to professionals to undo that damage, and they'd send a letter to her family explaining what had happened. If not, then her killing dragoons was a wilful act to aid
vampires, and she'd be put back in the cell with him.
