Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-26288702-20170116210151

Armata:"Is it supposed to?" A smile creeps across his, a familiar and devilish smile. "Ooooooooh, it makes sense now. So if I should repent, she may have a chance at piece? How idiotic that I be chosen for such a thing. Regardless of whether she is a victim of circumstances pertaining to me, doesn't change the fact that her blood is not on my hands."

The Vampire scans Cyndwella's face. He can see the mixture of doubt, fury and pain. It is obvious to him that she is fighting, holding back her true feelings.

Armata:{She's being held hostage by her own obligations. If it weren't for that, she'd waste no time ripping apart my flesh... she must really...} "Tell me something, Cyndwella, answer me this one question. If you don't, you can forget about Emelia's mind." He slowly sits back into his chair, his face returning to the shadows and eyes glow again.

Armata:"This Emelia, how much do you and your king care for her?"