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Alysia's muscles tensed at Matthias' accusations. He simply had no filter, did he? Alysia muttered a bitter "thank you" to her lady in waiting and rolled her eyes when Matthias began to talk again. He was too talkative for her liking and the fact that he continued to put up a cheeky facade to hide his fear was extremely annoying. Alysia stood up and dipped the wash cloth in the pitcher. Her attempt at staying calm, however, was quickly roused by his lewd comment.
The moment he finished his last sentence finished, a dagger of pure silver and sharp edges whirled straight past his right ear and bounced off the stone wall into a dry spot on the hay, thank the Gods and Goddesses. She didn't say anything as she angrily wrung out the warm wash cloth and made her way over to him, then tried to kick him down with a shove of her foot against his chest. "Don't you ever learn how to shut up?" she hissed, sinking down to his level.
Alysia pinned the prince to the wall in an effort of reassuring herself that he wouldn't dare move while she was tending to the wound near the back of his head. "You deny everything I've told you and yet you still beg for more pain. I don't have time to deal with your stupidity. Just shut up and be a good boy, okay?" She was being sardonic. Better accommodations... Well, maybe she was being a little exaggerative, but there was still no denying that the normal cells were better than the hell hole up here. They were swept and cleaned daily, any infestation mopped clean with hot water, so as to prevent prisoners from getting sick.
Alysia sourly supposed this prince of Armandas' had never given such accommodations to prisoners before. The elves prided themselves on hospitality, even to the criminals who didn't know how to keep their mouths shut when asked to. "You'll be fed stale bread, hard cheese, and water come evening meal. One of the guards will bring it to you... Lest my father suggests otherwise. Try not to lay down on the right side of your head, since that was where the injury happened, or was it the left...?" She quickly grasped her fingers around his jaw and jerked his head the other way to see, then let go.
"Hm, doesn't seem to be all that bad." The elven princess snorted, standing up and throwing the rag on his face. By the time she was finished with him, he would probably still be rambling his mouth off. She crossed her arms over her chest. "We're not killing you, by the way, no matter what you may think, say, or do. My father thinks you'll be better put to use in a more strenuous matter."
Whatever that matter was, he would reveal it over the royal evening meal, as far as she was concerned. "I have no doubt you'd prefer to do labor than get killed by some mangy elves, hm?" She tossed a smirk his way, as if she believed she knew what he was being sent to do tomorrow morning, but little did she know how wrong she truly was. This task her father wanted him to do would be more than what she bargained for, but Alysia seemed to think nothing of it.
The moment he finished his last sentence finished, a dagger of pure silver and sharp edges whirled straight past his right ear and bounced off the stone wall into a dry spot on the hay, thank the Gods and Goddesses. She didn't say anything as she angrily wrung out the warm wash cloth and made her way over to him, then tried to kick him down with a shove of her foot against his chest. "Don't you ever learn how to shut up?" she hissed, sinking down to his level.
Alysia pinned the prince to the wall in an effort of reassuring herself that he wouldn't dare move while she was tending to the wound near the back of his head. "You deny everything I've told you and yet you still beg for more pain. I don't have time to deal with your stupidity. Just shut up and be a good boy, okay?" She was being sardonic. Better accommodations... Well, maybe she was being a little exaggerative, but there was still no denying that the normal cells were better than the hell hole up here. They were swept and cleaned daily, any infestation mopped clean with hot water, so as to prevent prisoners from getting sick.
Alysia sourly supposed this prince of Armandas' had never given such accommodations to prisoners before. The elves prided themselves on hospitality, even to the criminals who didn't know how to keep their mouths shut when asked to. "You'll be fed stale bread, hard cheese, and water come evening meal. One of the guards will bring it to you... Lest my father suggests otherwise. Try not to lay down on the right side of your head, since that was where the injury happened, or was it the left...?" She quickly grasped her fingers around his jaw and jerked his head the other way to see, then let go.
"Hm, doesn't seem to be all that bad." The elven princess snorted, standing up and throwing the rag on his face. By the time she was finished with him, he would probably still be rambling his mouth off. She crossed her arms over her chest. "We're not killing you, by the way, no matter what you may think, say, or do. My father thinks you'll be better put to use in a more strenuous matter."
Whatever that matter was, he would reveal it over the royal evening meal, as far as she was concerned. "I have no doubt you'd prefer to do labor than get killed by some mangy elves, hm?" She tossed a smirk his way, as if she believed she knew what he was being sent to do tomorrow morning, but little did she know how wrong she truly was. This task her father wanted him to do would be more than what she bargained for, but Alysia seemed to think nothing of it.
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