Alithia stares at you, her silvery white eyes boring into the empty hollows of your mask. The chains around her are tight as the always had been since her imprisonment. Alithia could feel a tinge of blush creeping along her cheeks as she sat on your thigh, though she willed her eyes to shut— no longer wanting to take in her surroundings... or rather, who was in them.

Alithia shivered when you held her chin in your cold hand, though she stayed still as you inspected her body to see if there was any harm done to it by the guards. She was trapped and helpless in the lap of someone who she despised, but Alithia didn't feel threatened by your presence, not anymore. She had come to terms with the fact that you wouldn't hurt her. Though that didn't lessen her hatred towards you...