"By Myrkul's blackened and shriveled balls," she whispered, totally shocked.
Assallya was completely stunned, her azure eyes opened wide. Nyx had completely ignored her. She hadn't been so blatantly disregarded in all her life. She quickly glanced at herself, gazing into her own generous cleavage, wondering if there was some illusion concealing her sinuous figure. She had been the object of many a noble's attentions, competed over, and here this mere commoner was ignoring her.
"You will acknowledge me," Assallya assured the young man, "or I shall put an end to your escape this instant by calling the guards."
Nobody could escape a jail without help, be it something smuggled in, or the action of an outside entity. Assallya rather assumed that this Nyx had some sort of help incoming and there was no way in the nine hells she was going to be left behind to face the noose if there was a chance to escape.