My eyes widen in surprise, for a second then I grit my teeth, subtly, my tongue poke the inside of my cheek. "Are you always so forward with captives?" My voice revealing a voice taught and raised in a proper house hold, but was warm in a sense of adventure, lacking the full pompous British accent. my eyes the same color as my hair but lighter, look into yours. I was kidnapped probably for ransome, a noble son..