He returned the nod, mumbled a thank you, and turned around. When she was gone, he released a breath. He collected his coat and draped it over his arms and gave a lingering look to the fire. In the cells, she'd been kind and understanding. Generous and friendly. A welcome voice in a lonely world with only an empty sky to look out upon. But now, things were different. he was being drawn to her, but whenever he looked into her eyes, there were moments when her eyes didn't say the same thing her lips were.

She and her father were up to something and he knew better than to think it was to groom him into kingship.

This prison is more dangerous than the one with the sky in front of me. If I stay here too long, they'll grow bored of me. After that...

If he was to survive to old age, he wouldn't be doing it here. He needed out. He needed the brotherhood. The cold lady never told lies or deceived. She only wanted the same thing they all did. Revenge.