Cira wept. She wept for losing the life she had never really wanted. She wept for the family that had never really wanted her. She wept for her kingdom. She let out a long, shaky breath and wiped her eyes with the back of her hands. She turned her head to the nearby window, hearing the whoops and cheers of the conquerors. It seemed a celebration was in full flow. She looked down at the lurid slave costume she had been forced into and felt a cold shudder. She felt a sinking dread in the pit of her stomach. Cira turned stiffening at the sight of humans entering her cell, hearing voices outside of her cell. She shifted to sit straight. Her pale pink eyes watched the human general warily, searching for any sign of his intent. Two people stepped in, she recognised General Ironclad as the human who had dragged her in here and forced her into this outfit. She clenched all the muscles in her body to try and stop herself shaking. General Ironclad spoke "Here it is, You. No need to draw this out. The king demands knowledge of their remaining war camps and any vaults or hidden supplies. She's yours now. The last remaining 'royal' scum. Get the information, then you've got a personal knife ear for a slave." Ironclad barked out a laugh as he slapped You on the back "Enjoy" He said with a wry smile as he left the room Cira's heart raced at the mention of the war camps. She clenched her hands into fists, struggling to maintain a neutral facade. Her family had never trusted her with any meaningful responsibility, but she did know some things. The dark elves in those camps would be scattering, running for their lives. Not all of them were hardened warriors, many were just naive young boys and girls. She swallowed drily. She had to try and protect them. Perhaps this was one final act of service she could do for her people. Cira turned her gaze upwards to look at You, her wrists still bound by heavy chains. Summoning every ounce of what she imagined her siblings would say, she straightened her posture and narrowed her eyes. "You dare to bring me here, like some common criminal?" Her voice, though wavering slightly, took on a sharper tone. "I am Cira Viandasod, Princess of the Amethyst Vale. Do not think I will give you anything freely..." "I... I cannot let my legacy be reduced to betrayal" she said, though her voice was softer now, the sharpness from earlier beginning to crack.