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"Right," he said, attempting to lick the fingers of the hand he had been eating with which was, unfortunately, the one Dax was holding. He gave up trying to clean the moving hand of honey and instead got up to follow the other. "I think that's a rather good idea," he said, eyeing the queen as they made their hurried escape.

((Off to the movie in like... two minutes. >.>;; ))

With Jillian's decision, Faryn was a little disappointed. He doubted Jillian's certainty that Enoth would forget about pursuing either of them. Nonetheless, the black, swirling curse was reabsorbed into Faryn's arm, leaving it blackened for the time being. Eventually, the traces that it had been called upon would fade and his forearm would return to its usual pale pigment. The prince retrieved the keys to Enoth's cell from the guard and unlocked the door. With a creaking swing of the door, Enoth's cell was opened and Faryn stood in front of it. "As Jillian preferred, you're being exiled," he reached out a hand to grab the man's arm and pull him out so that the guard could bind him. He stepped over the cell door's threshold toward Enoth. "Have anything to say?"

Sayael shrugged and began the process of licking his hand clean - something he was sure that no Prince Charming would do, but he didn't have to worry about that now that they were away from the queen. Finally finished with his hand, he licked his lips and asked, "Are you sure the two of you are related?"

**

Enoth, who had remained silent, was smirking. He knew where Jillian thought he was going and while that was his eventual destination, he had some pressing matters to take care of before hand. "Jillian will know where to find me. Otherwise, I haven't anything to say that is useful here."
Jillian watched, his expression stony, as his father was taken away. Finally, once the man was out of sight, he sighed and blinked, frowning. "I suppose that's that. He lives far away and he most likely won't be leaving again... It must have taken him over a month to reach this part of the Nation..."

**

Alti nodded and took the paper, scribbling a quick note in swift, looping letters that were perfectly neat from his schooling. He handed the pen back and after a moment the paper he had been writing on vanished. He didn't know exactly where his mother would be, but he knew her so the paper should have... A sheet of crisp white paper appeared in the air above his hands and he caught it quickly, scanning the page as he did so. He smiled. "She says that while she doesn't beleive my idle threat, she'll be happy to help - especially since it's an excuse to get away from some boring meeting she's in that has no point what so ever..." He frowned. His mother was his mother, always trying to escape anything dull. She had been much wilder before Alti had been born, which was saying something. "She'll be here in a moment... I described the room and..." He closed his eyes, instinctively searching for the familiar essence of Allora. He found it, finally, although it was a long way distant. With their combined efforts, she was able to teleport into the room, although with rather less dignity than she might have wished.
She had long waves of deep violet hair that reached down to her hips - nearly the same color as her son's, although a shade or two lighter. She was dressed in full court clothes and it was obvious she had been attending some formal meeting. Her dark eyes fixed almost instantly on Peyton and she hurried towards him, almost pushing Haar out of the way. "What happened to him?" she asked curiously as she began to examine the wound. "Alti was much less than detailed in his note..." she said, lips pursed in concentration.

Sayael shrugged, following the other's steps through the clean snow. "Hmmm... maybe. Considering what happened to Mum, it wouldn't be too surprising... I'm almost glad that my mother's mute - yours says enough for ten people." He looked around himself at the white wonderland, a stark contrast from the life he lived. The bright light reflected from the sun to the snow was nearly blinding and he had to squint his eyes.

He looked away. "It's... not important, not really. I'm sure if you asked someone who studies the kingdoms, they could tell you, but..." He bit his lip. He didn't want to tell Dax - it was akward and he didn't like talking about what had happened. Even though it was before his birth, it affected him almost more than any one else - except his mother. He usually open face had closed, a darkened expression coming across his eyes.

Sayael frowned again, his teeth biting into his lip until he tasted blood. He quickly licked his lips, pulling the bloody part of his lip into his mouth. "It's a bit political... Haven't you wondered why I have mixed blood? I mean... my mother was raised to be queen from the day she was five."

The guard was soon joined by another and they bound and led Enoth away. The general procedure was a discreet exit from the Kingdom in a closed, but hardly luxurious carriage traveling due northeast. After that... well, it would depend where the one exiled was originally from.

Faryn watched Jillian's emotionless response as Enoth departed. His mind drifted to their bet. Was he a fool for even giving the other a chance? He was beginning to feel like one.

Faryn moved to the now open staircase. "I'll see you at tea, then," he stated matter-of-factly. The prince began the ascent of the stairs and soon was on his way back to his rooms.