Raining Blood: IC

[kittenofdeath]

The prince was having a nice dream, it was of back in a simpler time, back when Knights roamed the world making damsels swoon, when the words science and heresy went hand in hand, when washing once a month was seen as over the top... a simpler time... a stupid time, but it seemed so nice at the time.

However, the point that should be emphasized was that he had been having a nice dream, now he was slowly pulling a purple silken robe over his naked form, that familiar sixth (or possibly seventh) sense that came with age was acting up again, the one that made the hairs on his neck stand on end, the one that made his palms itch, and for once, it wasn't the scent of blood on the air that had his Fangs out.

Demon blood, he was sure of it as he walked to the massive doors to his room, both parting without a touch, the smell of demon blood quickly becoming overpowering as he walked out in to the long corridors that ran along his room, he was at the joint of a T intersection, there wasn't much near his room, for security reasons.

The first place he looked was the closest door to his own, the room belonging to his 'daughter' Midori, the only vampire he had ever sired, it didn't appear to be tampered with, good, that meant she was safe... well, if she was in there it meant she was safe, she was a rebellious one, never could trust her to be where he wanted her to be.

The second place he looked was the obvious source of the scent, the four corpses that were arranged in front of his door, all members of his Royal guard, all with puddle of still warm blood around them, except for one, the only one to have any sign of struggle was the same one to have no blood on her. He walked over to her and crouched down to inspect her closely, she was pale, he tilted her head to the side and his suspicions were confirmed, her collar had been torn away, two small holes right where her shoulder met her neck.

“Perfect” he mumbled sarcastically as he pried her Naginata from her hand and turned his inspecting gave upon it, it was enchanted to steal souls, a few of the higher ranking guards had such weapons, he was thankful that Nasha'tari put all the money he gave her to good use when arming her people.

He reached out with his free hand to stroke the girls face... “Aou'vae” it had taken him a moment to remember her name, she had been quiet the whole time he had known her, she was one of the younger of her number... a shame “I'm sorry for this Aou'vae” he plunged the Naginata in to her abdomen, a warriors weapon is a part of them, it has an inseparable link to them, hers could steal souls, and her soul had always rested in her abdomen “but I need you to serve just a little longer.”

He bit his index finger with his fang, quickly using his own blood to scrawl strange arcane symbols along the blade, its haft quickly heating up in his hand as the whole weapon began to glow for a few seconds, then her body somehow became even paler as the glow died down, the prince sliding the blade from her body when it finally died down, the body before him now a soulless husk, the Naginata in his hand now serving a different purpose.

“Been a while since I bound a soul” he said to the weapon “you'll wake up soon, then you can tell me who killed you.”

 

[TheYummyOne]

G sat on her cot in the slave quarter's not far from the Prince's rooms, as she was technically his slave. She heard some sort of commotion in the corridors, but it was not a slave's job to interfere with such things. Instead, she sat there, brushing her fingers through her black hair and purple bangs until they were the sheen that the vampires of the castle so desired. Her golden eyes stared out of the darkness, eyesight like a cats, but there was truly nothing to be seen.

She wondered what they would desire of her today. She could think of a couple of her regulars who hadn't fed recently. Perhaps they would call upon her today rather than going out hunting. It didn't matter either way to her. Whatever made her masters happy.

This was the life she knew. G was her only name and her only purpose in her greatly extended life was to serve. The project that had created her was an immense success and her daughter had now given birth to her own child, I. I was what the creators of her project had always dreamed. She had a very nearly unlimited supply of human blood in her veins and was completely and totally immune to the venom of vampires. G shared her granddaughter's immunity, yet her blood supply was a bit more limited. Only three vampires could feed off of her on any given day.

She waited patiently in her dark quarters to be called for, or for it to be time to attend to any of her other, more mundane duties. She truly was up early.

 

[Zak1000]

Zachary slowly began to wake, Slowly his head, and then back left the cot with a low groan. It took him a moment to realise it but he was up rather early. If he closed his eyes and listened he could here the faintest sounds of others waking. He sat on the cot for a momment and thought of what the day would have in store for him. He had at least an hour before he was due for his mourning duties, mostly cleaning up and getting some sound for the other slaves.

He was briefly considering sneaking out to the library, for a few minutes of quiet peaceful reading, when he hears the far awary echo of something going on in the corridors. He was an obediant slave... mostly... When it involved following orders... But it's not as if anyone had ordered him NOT to investigate. He grinned a sly little grinn and soundlessly snuck out of the room.

The slave snuck out of the room and down the hall as quietly as he could. He knew there were times when surious slaves were punished, but it had sounded as if something interesting might be happening, and he'd be damned if he wouldn't be one of the first to know!

 

[princesssexci]

Midori tip toed near the tree to her bedroom. She had snuck out the day before, being half vampire had it's advantages. 5 years ago, the prince whom had no name sired her after saving her from a gang of nekos. She was neko before meeting the prince and refused to be anything other.

Plus the fact that the prince thought she looked adorable with neko ears and didn't want her to lose them in case something happened during the change played a huge factor. She was the first to be sired by him.

It was that or get raped by a bunch of envious nekos. Midori had a slight problem though. One she could never sit still, a very antsy one Midori was.

Second of all, she had a thing for werewolves and the prince hated werewolves. That was the reason she had snuck out to begin with.

It was bad enough that she was one of the princes favorites but if she were caught, god who knew what the consequences were.

Taking a huge leap, she landed on the branch of the tree. Quickly, Midori snuck inside. Sighing she was relieved. The prince hadn't come to check on her yet.

Now she needed to bathe before he did visit her.

Midori rushed to the bathroom and began to undress, then stepped into the shower.

 

[ChaoticLove]

Primrose, who answered to both Prim and Rose depending on who was talking, had spent her day sleeping next to the prince. Somehow she had done something to catch his attention enough for him to invite her to his bed. It happened every once in a while, especially since the prince rarely, if ever, slept on his own. The fae slept peacefully and deeply through the day once the prince had let her sleep. The only thing that woke her was the click of the door as it shut behind the prince as he went on his investigation.

She pushed herself up so that she was sitting on the bed and yawned softly as she looked around. The sheets had fallen off her at some point, but she'd always been more comfortable in her nakedness than she was fully clothed. Her own clothes were little more than scraps of gossamer. Pushing herself out of bed, she figured that the prince had simply gotten up to get his day started. It wouldn't have been the first time he'd left with no word, but she should have figured it was something more important. She slipped on her gossamer dress and moved towards the door.

Her scent of smell had never been very good but as she opened the door, she recognized the smell of demon blood. Her hand covered her mouth and nose as she saw the bodies and the prince. "I thought...." she trailed off as she grew nauseated and stepped back unable to stand the sight of dead bodies. Prim struggled with the need to change her form and quickly lost that battle of will.

In a light sparkle of silver dust, where her 5 foot 3 body had stood only seconds before now flew a 4 inch faerie. Her wings were fluttering nervously as she bit her lower lip. She hated when her nerves got the better of her, but this was a case that always brought on an involuntary change. She couldn't stand dead bodies, but living in a castle full of vampire wasn't the place to have that trigger. Even after all these years, she was still working on that one.

 

[kittenofdeath]

The prince sighed as he heard Primrose come out of his room, she was really going to have to get over her skittishness when it came to dead bodies, hell, she was technically lying next to one all of the day before. But he liked to accommodate his slaves, the good ones anyway, so he got up from crouching by Aou's body and quickly put himself between the dead bodies and the tiny fairy.

“Its ok Primrose” he spoke softly as a hand came up to gently lift her from the air on to his palm, he always said her whole name, he just liked the sound of it “nothing to get all worked up about” he heard the shower start up in Midori's room, and the smile on his face became a little less forced “I'll tell you what, go back inside, calm down, then lay out something for me to wear, I cant go around in a robe all day”

He grinned and let Primrose fly off his hand to do as he ordered, then closed the door behind her and went on his way to Midoris room, the door opening for him without him even touching it again, then he walked inside and made his way to the bathroom... though he couldn't help but notice that the bed was made... strange.

He snuck in to the bathroom, again noticing something strange, the clothes she had taken off weren't the kind of thing you wear to bed, and there was a leaf in there with them... thats about when he realized what was going on “oh Midori” he tapped on the glass, he did ever so love sneaking up on people, it was a basic joy, but such a powerful one “enough room for two in there?”

 

[princesssexci]

No! Her mind screamed. Fuck she was screwed! Damn it, now what was she going to do she smelled like werewolf!

"M-my prince I wasn't expecting you.." she stammered," I um I assumed you were keeping Prim company.."*

If she could stall for just a bit longer to wash what the prince would call stench then all would be well.

At least she hoped all would be well."Im really dirty.. I um went out last night.." she admitted, truth always set you free didn't it?

"So I have dirt and grime it's very unflattering, my prince. and I know you so hate when I'm dirty.."

 

[ChaoticLove]

The faerie stood quietly on his hand, knowing that her thing with dead bodies made no sense. In this case it was probably more the overwhelming scent of blood that had brought on this change. Prim nodded her head at his words. "Yes master," she said, glad he was actually able to hear her even in her diminutive state. Somethings about vampires were definitely a plus in her opinion.

Flying off of his hand, she made her way back into the room. The click of the door closing once more made her sigh softly in relief. With the knowledge that the dead bodies and blood were behind them, it took only a matter of minutes for her to calm down enough to change back into her larger form. As her feet touched the ground, she stretched to get used to the new form once more. There was a reason she stuck with this one for long periods of time.

Moving to the closet, she picked the prince's clothes for the day. It was always easy doing this particular job, since just about everything in his closet went together. She just happened to pick out yet another all black outfit, except for the shirt which was blue. For some reason she always liked to see that color on him if she could get away with it. Since he hadn't been very specific about what he wanted to wear, she knew she was going to get away with it today.

Laying the clothes on a table, she moved to the bed and made it quickly before she climbed back onto the bed and rested her head on her up drawn knees. Prim was waiting for him to come back so she could help him dress.

 

[kittenofdeath]

The prince smiled, normally Midori wasn't this put off by him showing up un-announced, meh, maybe he was just extra sneaky today “oh Prims fine, just a little shaken up right now, nothing serious” he said, still smiling as he started taking off his robe, the purple silk dropping to the floor, followed by the Naginata he had bound the guards soul to.

“Nonsense, you being dirty just gives me an excuse to wash you” he walked in to the shower with her, at first going to embrace her, but as the gap between them closed, the look on his face quickly went from lustful, to confused, then to dark, his sheer will pinning Midori against the back wall of the shower as he looked down on her, making him seem almost ten foot tall as the showers water cascaded over him.

“Why the fuck” he began, sounding very calm “do you smell like a fucking wolf?”

 

[Zak1000]

He started hearing voices when he got closer, that he could just hardly make out. He got a little closer still, until he was practically in the same hall, peaking his head out. It was the prince. He froze for a few seconds, now getting cuaght became all the more dangerous. He wasn't alone though. There was, some other people.... He peaked through the hall again.

He gaged a bit when he saw the four bodies around the prince. They were guards, as a slave he didn't know them all that well but they were farmilliar. He looked at them, at the prince, at them again. He couldn't help but jump to conclusions. The only bit that wasn't a surprise was primrose.

It was common knowledge how often the prince would seek company. He rolled his eyes. He knew Prim, he made it his bussiness to try and get to know everyone in the castle. He might even say she was a freind. Or atleast enough of a freind that he could get away with what he wanted to do. Oh, he was liking this sneaking around bussiness a little too much.

After the prince crossed the hall to the room of his kitty, Zak went up to his door. He was surprised, it wasn't locked. So he went in as Prim was on the bed. He rarely saw this room before, he looked around interested.

"Hello, Prim." he said casually, sitting on the bed. "Do you think he killed them becuase he was in a bad mood? Or becuase he was in a good mood?" he asks, acting as if sneaking in to the Prince's room wasn't a big deal at all.

 

[princesssexci]

Fear *along with lust shot through Midori as she watched him disrobe. Oh god, he was coming in. Fuuuuck. Quickly she tried to scrub the werewolf scent off of her. Honestly she thought she could get away with it this time.

He always seemed to take his time with Prim. Why now, did he decide to check on her?

Midori bit her lip as she watched the stream of emotions pass through his eyes. Suddenly she was pushed against the wall. She trembled in fear. Normally she wasn't so scared of the prince unless she had been with a werewolf.*

"well it's a funny story.." Midori started,"Ya see when I went out tonight... it's kind of like that red riding hood story ya know? um I went bar hopping and met this wolf he followed me everywhere and then he threatened to eat me!"

This was pretty good, hell she was beginning to believe it.

"Well knowing how you abhor werewolves I fought him off but it was no use I was too weak my prince thus I smell like werewolf."

Midori forced a sweet innocent smile much like she had given him the day they first met. It always seemed to melt his unbeating heart."You don't think I'd purposely disobey you master, do you?"

 

[kittenofdeath]

Midori's story did little to impress the Prince, the palm of his hand slamming against the wall next to her head as he leaned in over her, the wall behind her cracking after the blow “Oh please, disobeying me is practically part of your charm” he pressed his finger against her chest “and if you think I'm going to believe this red riding hood story of yours, then you must have hit the headboard a bit hard while you're with your wolf friends.”

he was really loosing composure now, the calmness in his voice quickly disappearing, replaced with the seething fury she had luckily only seen a few time before “you know how I hate wolves, you know how I hate you fucking them!” he was shaking now, force rippling off him, riddling the wall behind Midori with cracks, his hand being to focal point. Then he just went quiet, staring her down as he struggled over what to do, a few times he went to speak, but words never came out.

“You're lucky this happened today” he turned and walked out of the shower, quickly covering himself up with his robe and grabbing the Naginata before turning back to Midori, still against the wall “you had better hope I've calmed down by the time I've dealt with my other business” he walked out of the bathroom, then stopped and went back in “and scrub that dam scent off you!”

 

[ChaoticLove]

Prim looked up with a soft smile on her face thinking it was the prince coming in to get dressed, but frowned in confusion at the sight of Zachary. "You shouldn't be in here. The prince will be back soon and you'll be in touble," she told him softly as she moved from the bed. But Zak next words confused the fae more than his appearance in the prince's room.

"He didn't kill them," she said confidently, Why would he kill those who guarded him while he slept? There's no reasoning behind it." It hadn't even occurred to her that he could have been the one to leave those bodies there. He knew how she was with corpses and there was no way he would have done that knowing that she might wake up to see it.

The prince might be many things, but he wasn't completely insensitive. It was more likely that someone else had done it, she just didn't know who. "You really should leave Zak. The prince won't like that you're in here with no permission. Are you even supposed to be out of your room?"

 

[princesssexci]

Midori grinned," I said they ate me, never said where or .... how" Oh that of course was what sent him off the edge. Part of her was thrilled by it, from the moment they met Midori thought he looked sexier angry.*

It was one of the reasons she enjoyed upsetting him so.

*“you know how I hate wolves, you know how I hate you fucking them!"

Oh and jealousy always made her pleased. Sometimes she ran to the wolves just to bring that out in him.

Midori gave a little shrug," I told you before you turned me that I wasn't going to be a good slave."

It left him speechless for a few minutes. This caused Midori to grin, she reached out for him to make it up to him but he moved away and out of the shower.

“You're lucky this happened today” he turned and walked out of the shower, quickly covering himself up with his robe and grabbing the Naginata before turning back to Midori, still against the wall “you had better hope I've calmed down by the time I've dealt with my other business” he walked out of the bathroom, then stopped and went back in “and scrub that dam scent off you!”

"Yes master." she mumbled rolling her eyes, but grinned as he walked off. She pitied the slaves who got punished frequently.*

*

 

[thewhiteone]

Nasha'tari and a retinue of four of her elite troops, the prince's usual escort, were nearing his chambers when her ear piece squawked.

"Nasha'tari, what is it?"

"Viear'ati, the Prince just left the room to find the outer guards dead. Aou'vae's been drained, and the door's unlocked. The wards are gone as well."

"Shit! Stay with the Prince! Call for back up, you and me. I'm almost there, Nasha'tari out." she said as she went into a flat out run, the others right behind her, while Viear'ati and her fellows followed the Prince.

Within a minute they were just outside, the other four taking up positions outside. She reached for the door, Viear'ati was right, it was unlocked and stripped of the wards. She opened the door, naginata at the ready and went in.

 

[Valya]

Valya Cachtice paced like a caged animal along the walls of her small cell in the slave quarters, her lithe, nude form sliding gracefully through myriad small shifts of body structure, skin tone and hair color. She was new here, and apparently the ones who had dragged her to this castle, daemons rot their souls, hadn't gotten around to even providing her with the quarters usually assigned a slave. She had a pallet in one corner, but that was effectively it for furnishings.

No food had been brought in the few days she'd been cloistered here either. This was not the end of the world, since being half-daemon meant she could go quite a while without sustenance, but being starved and celibate at the same time was NOT fun. But she wasn't sure what to do about it. She could hear a guard patrolling the halls outside, but her door was solid, so she didn't have line-of-sight into the hallway. She could hear screams, and moans, and piteous gibbering, interspersed with shouts and commands and the sounds of leather on flesh, so she guessed she was in the dungeons. There had to be a reason she was down here.

She was a slave now, that much had been made clear. What hadn't been clarified was what her duties would be, or how to go about them, or even who's thrice-damned castle this was! She had a pretty good idea what they wanted with her, though. She was half-succubus, beautiful, and capable of an astonishing number of variations in her form. That screamed "joygirl" or "pleasure slave" or "concubine" or any other of the popular euphemisms for "whore." She was no stranger to sex, and enjoyed it more than most, but being imprisoned and enslaved for it was new. Still, it was better than the only alternative reason for why she been taken. Even a half-breed daemon represented an awful lot of power, and she feared that if she wasn't being held for sex, then she would be used in some terrible ritual, or ritually bound, or sacrificed in a dark and terrible ceremony.

She hoped that her jailers would come soon, if only to break the monotony. Maybe then she could get a better grasp on the situation...

 

[ChaoticLove]

Prim turned to the door once more as it opened. Seeing Nasha'tari looking ready for battle, the faerie almost shrank once more. She didn't understand why the door was unlocked and the wards weren't working. It made no sense, the wards were always up even if no one was inside the room. She hadn't even thought they could be deactivated, they were strong.

She stepped back quickly out of the way and ended up falling back into the bed in her haste. "The prince isn't here," she stated softly, knowing that was why the guard was here, "He...he was outside checking the bodies. I think he'll be back soon."

She had no way to explain why Zak was in here, which had been one of the reasons she had tried to get him out. So she didn't say anything about him being in here when he shouldn't. She couldn't bring herself to say anything else. The guard had been nearby when the prince had decided to bring her back for the night. They knew she was supposed to be in here, in theory.

 

[Chgris]

Slade woke to running feet, and the faint scent of blood on the air. "No," he thought. "Not just blood, demon blood." Demon blood usually indicated either a battle, or some fun, and at the moment he was up for either. He had arrived at the castle late, well he supposed for a human it would have been early, racing the sun as he hadn't in over a century.

He'd simply taken one of the guest chambers, not even bothering to catch one of the slaves for company or a snack. It would have been rude to have done so without presenting himself to the Prince first. Getting up, he looked to his traveling bag, debating on what he might need. Torn between the formality of presenting himself to the Prince, and the possibility of combat, combat won out. Black tactical pants, black cotton top were taken from the bag and quickly donned. He looked wistfully at the crossed baldrics and cloak, and settled for his sword-belt. The new custom one that held his broadsword on the right hip, and a Desert Eagle .50 caliber pistol on the left. Zipping up the leather tac-boots, he slipped from the room and followed the blood scent.

 

[knight713]

As Kris woke up from his slumber, he quickly looked all around the room. It was still dark except for several candles that lite the room.

Feeling his way onto a large wooden desk he quickly turned on a small lamp that filled the room with light.

"Hopefully tonight will be more interesting," Kris said as he sat, quickly changing cloths. Rising, he quickly walked to the door, but as he neared it, he did not open it. He only vanished from sight and soon reappeared startling a female servant girl. She quickly told him what she had heard happened to four royal guards that were with the prince.

"I see," Kris replied as he looked at the girl, he could feel the urge to sink his fangs into her silk white neck, taste the warm red blood as it flowed into his mouth, quenching his thirst.

Kris quickly walked away from the servant girl leaving her in a state of confusion. "By the way i heard that there is a slave girl in the cells tell the jailers to give her some food." Kris quickly told her as he rounded a corner and vanished from sight.

The female servant gave a bow before walking off in the opposite direction to tell the jailers what he had said.

Kris quickly navigated the rest of the castle with ease, making his way to the prince's room to see if he was alright. As he walked towards the room he quickly pulled out a flask, taking a quick drink from it as he looked on. He saw Nasha'tari going into the room with the four other guards with her taking spots outside of the room. Kris's hand gripped his own sword as he neared the four guards.

 

[TheYummyOne]

G left her quarters at precisely the same time that she did every morning and made her way towards the kitchens. Serving the guests and slaves of the castle that ate "normal" food was part of her daily routine. She nodded to the head chef, hardly more than a slave himself, and grabbed the trays. She also grabbed a small serving of breakfast for herself. As she was leaving, she was stopped by a cook "The guards say there's a slave girl in the dungeon that needs to be fed. See to it." Then he turned back to his responsibilities.

After making her regular routes, she headed down to the dungeon and asked the head guard where this new slave was. He pointed down the corridor, all the way at the end, but didn't say a word.

G slowly made her way past the other cells without looking into them. This wasn't her first time down here and she more or less knew what to expect. When she reached the indicated cell, she turned to the woman inside. Her form seemed to be constantly shifting. "Here," she said, and slid the tray of food through the slot that she pulled open.

 

[Zak1000]

Zak thought about what Prim said. Maybe she was right, he thought, but it's a lot more interesting to think he did it. He wouldn't admit to her she had a point, he'd just smile at her.

"Hm... I wonder why you trust him so much..." he said sarcastically. "He's probably got a quota. Gotta kill a certain amount of folks every century. Maybe it was a sacrafice? Do those things believe in anything? Probably something with goat hooves a sharks teeth?" He went on and on, pacing the room, he didn't even believe it much, but he didn't like the prince, and would like nothing better then get one of his bed buddies to doubt his perfection.

He heard the door open and thought quickly, messing up the freshly made bed sheets so he could be making the bed when they came walking in. He hummed and paid no attention as Primrose spoke to Nasha]tari. But he was less then calm inside, he was more freightened of being cuaght by her then by the prince himself.

 

[Valya]

Valya looked up as the port in the door was pulled open, letting in the torchlight. After so long in the utter darkness, even the weak light was almost painful and her eyes had trouble adjusting, so she let their vision slide into partially into the infrared. What she could see was little better than a silhouette with color highlights, but she could make out long black hair and vibrantly purple bangs framing a pale, fine-boned face. Her heat vision told her that this woman, whoever she was, had a vastly accelerated metabolism of some sort. Whatever the cause, it was causing her to glow like a furnace to Valya's eyes.

"Here," said a voice, and a slot further down the door, almost at the floor, slid open and a tray of food was pushed through. The voice was beautiful, especially after days with no sound but the pathetic mewlings of the other captives for company.

"I...thank you." Valya's normally strong, high soprano sounded rusty and faltering. She hadn't spoken a word since they threw her in here, and the language spoken here was not Valya's own. She had a good grasp of it, but it wasn't her native tongue (which would dislocate the jaw of any normal human trying to approximate it) and it would take time for her to remember all of the linguistic nuances.

Valya let her form stop shifting, settling for now on a pale, slender girl approximately five-foot-two with ash-blonde hair, a sensuous mouth, and bright blue eyes. This form was calculated to seem young, innocent, fragile, and pretty without having the lush curves that might exacerbate the lust of any who looked upon her. In short, it looked like it wanted to be protected, a badly frightened sixteen-year old girl who just wanted someone to hold her.

As she stepped over and retrieved the tray, Valya tried to put just the right quaver into her voice as she asked, "Who are you? What is this place? And what are they planning to do with me? Please, I don't know what I did, and I just want to go home..."

 

[thewhiteone]

Her naturally acute hearing had been honed by survival and combat, and enhanced by powerful magic. She heard the rustle of sheets and quick pattering of feet...the pattering of someone trying to look busy.

She saw the fey girl as expected, the Prince had taken her to bed. The male however was definitely not supposed to be here. Servants don't just walk in to the Prince's room and make his bed when guards are dead outside...they run and call for help...or just run.

Nor do they do it while the Prince is laying in bed with someone, and Nasha'tari knew her Prince's routine. She also knew which slaves and servants were supposed to be in this room. He was not the Prince's personal attendants or maids...the Prince's libido dictated they were all beautiful and female.

Before the slave even knew she had moved, he was slammed up against the wall, her hand tightly gripping his throat.

"What are you doing in here?" she demanded, her eyes full of flame and anger, yet her voice was deathly cold.

 

[Zak1000]

He immediatly began regreting everything he'd done when he felt his back against a wall. He was more then intimidated, the young human was completely terrified. He shot Prim a pleading look, but knew there was nothing she'd be able to do for him.

"Well it's just, ma'am, well, you see... I heard things, then I went to investigate ma'am. I'm sorry, I just, I thought someone was hurt and I was right, ma'am! I would've called for help but I saw the prince go off, I'm sure he had things under control. I just saw Prim , too, and, well, I wanted to know if she was alright." He said, it was rather close to the truth, a few details changed, but nothing important. He prayed it would be enough.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I know it was wrong of me to go snooping around like I did!" he wasn't faking the fear in his voice, or the respect.

 

[thewhiteone]

"So you walk over the bodies of my people..." she hissed, "...and open a door that you know should have killed you...enter the Prince's room, which you by the way are not on the cleared list...just to check on the woman who was sleeping with the Prince...right. Considering the fact you are both by the bed...I'm thinking you had it in your head that you could use the Prince's bed as well."

Once this thing was interrogated, nothing short of the Prince's personal intersession would spare his life.

Her eyes shifted to the fey, if that turned out to be true, she's probably be executed as well since she did not seem alarmed by the male's presence...more like worried for him. At the very least she was in deep trouble for not ejecting him...and Nasha'tari knew the fey could have ejected him.