Foul morning

[Ares Duncan Lyle]

Ares woke up not feeling all to great. He growled silently as he got up and got dressed in his black pants and boots but left off his shirt. He didn't feel like being constricted not yet anyways. He walked very knowingly towards the dinning hall. He looked out as he walked and saw how his castle was being kept. He was not happy.

Something had rubbed the king of Sanglant the wrong way. He was not happy about how the set up to war was going. Ares wanted to just take the lands and rule over them no questions asked but things were going so slowly. He sighed as he walked on down the hall ready to eat a little then go spar. He didn't know what else he had to do today.

Once he reached the dinning hall he got even more frustrated as he walked around the table and sighed as he took his seat and clapped for his food to be brought. It took a minute but it was still hot when it arrived. As he sat there he requested not to be disturbed unless it was important.

[Elizabeth Arya Saffy]

The doors to the dining hall flew open as a lady, clothed in a long black gown which was being covered by a long hooded travelling cloak was dragged in, with a soldier on either side tugging onto her arm with a death grip. The woman didn't have a pleasant expression on her face, and she looked as if any moment now she'd take the guards down if they tried holding onto her any longer. Her eyes flew up to the dinner table, where she spotted who she assumed was the King of Sanglant sitting down, just about getting ready to eat his meal. Throwing all manners out of the window, she narrowed her eyes at the king, refusing to show any form of respect in his direction.

"You. I don't know what you want with me, but you either tell your guards to let go of me right now," she hissed, from in between the two hefty guards, her narrowed eyes glaring dangerously at the King and then turning to look at each of the guards in turn. "Or I swear to god each of them will have a dagger through their heart." No one, no one had ever tried to stop Elizabeth going somewhere where she wanted to go. She, was the Princess of Samarid and she was used to being treated with the upmost respect in around around the castle.

However, this was hardly her castle, and considering not many in the public had ever seen her: the army of Sanglant was highly unlikely to know her. "I mean it," she hissed in a dangerous tone, glaring at him, getting fairly impatient at having to wait. She felt the guard on her right tighten his grip around her hand, and the one on the left take in a gasp as she addressed the king by his first name. She'd had enough. She pressed her lips together, and with one swift move, she had the guard on her right falling on the floor in a backflip and the one on the left had been kicked in his shin. "Have them out, now, or there will be blood." she hissed, completely and utterly disgusted. She'd never recieved such form of disrespect from anyone in her life, and she wasn't going to stand for it here.

Sure, her threat to kill was empty but they didn't need to know that. All that really mattered right now was that she'd literally been kidnapped from her carriage on the way to Stravitcomche, and dragged her rather brutally by the King's men. She only knew where she was because she heard a few men talking in strong accents that belonged these lands. Her face was bitter, and the wise thing ought to have been to have fight her way out earlier. But they'd given her some form of drug that'd weakened her. She'd resumed her strength once they'd entered the castle grounds, however now that she was here, she wished to speak with whomever had orchastrated this. "Why did you have me bought here?" she demanded, her voice ringing with authority, her light eyes ablaze. "And oh, next time you wish to orchastrate a kidnap, please use more able men." she hissed curtly, shooting an annoyed glance at the two men on the floor who were both probably in pain.

[Ares Duncan Lyle]

Ares looked up and smirked. "Your mother's temper that's for sure," he said as he stood up and dismissed the men that had brought her there. He started to walk around now as the table was set for two. He smirked at this and wondered what she would have to say as he walked around Elizabeth.

"You do have your father's hint in your face, im surprised that they couldn't tell who your parents were truly." he said as he circled like a shark. He didn't know what to think as he saw his cousin for the first time. He was curious to know how she had lasted so long in Samarid as their princess none the less.

Ares smirked as he paused before her and said "I don't see how they could have been so blind to your obvious origins," he said as he motioned for her to join him at the table. He decided it would do him more good to be nice then to act all rough and turn her away from the possibility.

"Now would you mind sharing your name with me?" he asked as he pulled out a seat for her. He wasn't sure how easily he would be able to convince the little princess that she was actually Sanglant royal blood not Samaridian royal. He felt dirty when he thought about Samarid. He still needed to take the lands from that evil little pest that was their queen.

[Elizabeth Arya Saffy]

It was an understatement to say that Elizabeth was stunned. Her eyes strained, pain and confusion combining to form a strange emotion, which lurked in her light eyes. Why was the King of Sanglant comparing her, the Princess of Samarid to her parents? Why did the King of Sanglant know her parents in the first place anyway? How did he know them? And why did he want her there? After all these years... it didn't make sense. Her face didn't betray much emotion, although her eyes no longer held the blazing fury they had just a few moments ago. Instead, the new mixture of emotions knit themselves within her eyes.

"I may give you a name, after you answer my questions and avoid beating around the bush." she stated simply, her voice ringing with authority as it always tended to do. Her eyes didn't quite hold the same confidence as the rest of her face did, but how could one help if they had innocent eyes? She stared at the man as he circled her as if she were prey and he was her predator... simply waiting... bidding his time, as he enjoyed toruting his prey, before he finally attacked and finished the creature off. It ought to have scared Elizabeth, had it not been for the fact that she was a mistress of blades, and if one dare call a Princess so, a trained assasin.

She stared at the dining table, which looked like it'd been laid out for two. If he'd been expecting company, why was he bidding time with Elizabeth here? Or did he.. did he expect her to accompany him. Huh, as if. "I repeat: why have you had me bought here?" she thought it safest not to bring up his mention of her... her parents.

[Ares Duncan Lyle]

to talk without being disturbed, Firefly," he said as he motioned for her to take a seat. He waited patiently for her to come take a seat. He didn't know what to say next but he would have to make her see that she was really his aunt and uncle's child. He still felt the anger his father had when he had heard that his brother's child was taken in the middle of the night. Ares took a deep breath and waited.

"I have things to tell you that would be best heard sitting down, so if you would take a seat little Firefly, I will get to the point," he said softly as he looked at Elizabeth and wondered if she would just relax once he informed her about what was going on. He didn't want her to think he was just trying to take her away from her home.

As he stood there his mind thought about the day he saw his aunt crying because it was his cousin's birthday and she was still gone, still missing. He had hated the people that had taken her and they were not sure who had taken the lovely little firefly that was the sparkle of his uncle's eye but that she was taken to show they could get to the children if they wanted. Taking a second to calm down he looked at Elizabeth and saw his aunt who had passed away on what would have been her 7th birthday because she had gotten sick horribly that previous winter and never got better.

"I just want to talk to you would you please give me a chance firefly," he said as he took a second to get the servants to bring in the first part of the meal. He wouldn't have his cousin be hungry not while she was in his care.

[Elizabeth Arya Saffy]

Elizabeth ignored his invitation to sit, studying his face as he spoke. Deciet wasn't lurking anywhere within his face nor eyes, not that that made Elizabeth any more comfortable. She was still infuriated and beginning to get rather frustrated at the slow pace the King was taking. He wanted to speak to her? How hard was it to request an audience with another Princess? Granted the fact that their countries were at war and that even if he had requested an audience Elizabeth would've denied: she still found it ridiculous how he had her kidnapped from her carriage as she travelled to Stravitcomche.

"I'm perfectly fine standing thank you." she replied curtly, although her words weren't entirely true. Being dragged all the way from the gates of the castle to here had left her muscles a little sore, however she'd been trained to endure pain. Trained to reject any offer of comfort in enemy territory. For all Elizabeth knew, this pleasant thing was simply an act and he would order to have her beheaded any moment now. "Let us get one thing straight before you continue shall we? Kindly, stop calling me a firefly. I am not a gigantic bug with ugly wings." she hissed, genuinely getting frustrated. Also, had he not ordered to have her kidnapped? How was it that he didn't know how to address her?

He had infact asked her for her name; what kind of man got someone kidnapped whose name he didn't even know? A background check on Elizabeth - not that she would've been too happy with it- would've wasted a lot less time. She stopped herself sighing not really wanting to hear out the King. "I honetly have no interest in what you have to say, King of Sanglant. I am the Princess of Samarid, and we should not be in this chamber at this moment in time. I assure you, my sister will have troops out looking for me, and she certainly will not be pleased if she finds out you have me in your custody without my permission." she crossed her arms across her chest as she spoke, her eyes glaring right into the King's own.

"All I would like to know from you, as I repeat once again, is why you have me here. Beating around the bush, isn't helping your case King Lyle. Simply to talk isn't enough excuse to have me kidnapped and dragged here by your guards like some filthy common tramp." She held her head high, her hurt pride reflecting in her crisp voice. "So tell me, why am I here? Kindly elaborate on your words a little this time, if you will and for the purpose of this limited conversation, you may address me as Princess Saffy and nothing else." she concluded with a growl, growing impatient by the moment.

[Ares Duncan Lyle]

Ares looked at her and sighed, "I see, my little cousin they have you wrapped around their little fingers then," he said as he looked up. "Well since your still wrapped around their finger i will call you Princess but nothing more," he sighed and went around to take a seat himself.

He sat down and said "Since you just want the hard truth, you are not a Saffy, you are actually part of my family, my cousin, you were taken away from us many years ago as a child by some nomadic people that were not happy with how my father was running things at the time and they took you to show they could get at their children, they took you away and for 5 years we worked on finding you but as it was we couldn't find you and on your 7th birthday your mother passed away." he said as he laced his fingers.

Ares watched her reactions but also had the painting coming to the dinning hall to show the truth of his claim. He would tell his uncle that his daughter was alive once she accepted she was his cousin. He didn't want her to break his uncle's heart. He was cautious as he watched and waited. He smirked as the food was brought and placed on the table with some mead. Ares took a second to offer her the seat again before he started to eat some and wait for her reaction.