Surprised was his reaction and little provoked by her first answer, and she didn't call the guards to beat him more, maybe she was a reasonable vampire, or maybe she was just trying to charm him. Maybe it was her way to torture her prisoners, after all she is the enemy and he should not be tricked by her, yet he wanted to see where this will lead. She said that she was dulled by the castle, and came here to see him yet not to admire her father's trophy. Spoken like a true spoiled princess he thought, coming down here only to insult him and then be bored when there is nothing interesting to her eyes. What did she know about him Wolfric thought, acting righteous and mighty. She tried to light his cell, maybe to see the man she was talking to, but the light wasn't reaching him, he knew though that if she wanted she can see him with her vampire vision, but maybe her pride wouldn't let her use such means. Her answer about his joke, was interesting as it was strong, she didn't seem like a spoiled brat, she was capable of handling herself. Sitting and crossing her legs, Wolfric couldn't help but notice her beauty. Her tanned color skin was giving away a sensual odor that he could smell if he concentrate beyond the wolvesbane effect, she had a liar's face a face that is beautiful and innocent yet had a strong and confident look in her eyes, that could trick you easily, and she had an amazing figure. Wolfric shook his head and focused again that she was the enemy.
To indulge her curiosity of seeing the wolf she was talking to. He dislocated his wrists, a trick he learned in his life here since the guards would always cuff him to the wall and forget him there. He thrusted at the bars of his prison and grabbed it, after fixing his wrists. He was blooded from head to toe, his white rags had turned brown and red long time ago, or what was left of it, it was reduced only to shorts with ropes to holded, and with no top shirt. What was left of it was all over the ground, his scars and wounds were the only thing to cover his body. The king gave the guards silver whips covered with wolvesbane to leave scars as a sign of shame and disgrace. Wolfric stared at the princess and said "I need no pity nor compassion from a creature like you! And know this princess, I would rather die a thousand times than feel any kind of satisfaction from you spoiled brat!" Wolfric unleashed a little of his anger and frustration upon her, not caring for his bleeding wounds that wasn't healed properly yet. The eyes are the mirror of the soul, and his was mirroring his sorrow and wrath, yet his fiery will was still burning hot within "How about you tell me why are you down here, and if you are honest maybe I will act more civilized, unlike your people. And you call us savages" Knowing it will happen he fell on his kness because of his unhealed injuries, coughing some blood on the ground. He stood back up becuase his pride wasn't going to show weakness to her
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