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"Talk openly and frankly... who are you? where are you from? why are you here? to what purpose you dare venture into my realm and how dare you take my son's attentions from worthier ladies? What are your true intentions and real plans?" demanded Conrad expecting full and thorough answers, glancing at the collar and feeling it with his hands, seeing nothing special about the plain looking circular neck collar, assuming Aynor was yet again making a mockery of his king which was not the first time either.

Oh how much the man irritated the king, still, at present his deadly hands were needed to tackle the magic wielders into submission or slaughter.

The cry of frustration which uttered forth from the warriors lips sounded almost like a strangled cry for help such was it's garbled nature. For a second he contemplated killing the Knight then and there to rid himself of the nuisance, but knew his conciense would never allow such a thing to happen.

Muttering softly in a voice almost to low to be heard he turned around. "Why do all the best looking men have to be servants of royalty or so irritating..." Then in a louder voice he spoke up. "If you so desperately want to travel with me then you'd better understand one thing. I am no master and we are equals. No human is beneath another and no human is above another... Okay?"

"I choose to place myself beneath you, master, when I am at your service, out of respect and deference. Likewise I place myself above you, when I am your mentor and teach you the way of the sword. At that point, I would expect such respect and deference returned, whilst you're being taught, or whenever we cross blades, until such time as you can defeat me on the battle field, something that will be hard to achieve for I rank among the better trained knights of the realm" assured and countered Lancelot with a wide smile.

"Of course if you have no immediate task for me to do for you, I shall gladly travel alongside you on your terms, as an equal, you may address me as Lancelot" nodded Lancelot following Inai satisfied.

She would move her neck back, as the king used his hands to examine the collar around her neck. Her eyes would widen as he commanded her to admit everything. She just scowled at the king, throwing an apologetic look to Merthyr before facing the king. She tried remaining silent and defiant, though the collar would force the answer's from her lips, and she would be forced to reveal everything.

"My name is Ambrose Acheron, daughter of Nikrern Acheron, the king of vampires. My kingdom lies on the untraveled side of the Olimn forest...I'm here because these slavers intend to sell me to you and let you use me however you wish, be it as part of a harem or a torture subject...as for your son being smitten with me, I didn't do anything to him. I didn't place spells on him, like you would seem to think I do...but if he fell for me, he fell for me on his own accord. As for my intentions and plans...I came to put an end to the war before it even starts...my father and I made this pact before I left. I drank his blood, which bonds him to me. He can see and hear everything that happens to me from another realm, one in which not even the strongest sorcerer has access to. When the time is right, he will come here through this link that we have already made. This link can not be broken once invoked. Once he comes, he will put you under his spell. It wouldn't do you any harm though. To put it simply, he would drink some of your blood, and give you some of his. This would link you and him, and he would be able to control you for a short time. He intends on using this bond to force you to make a law that declares that all slavers and warriors are to let us live in peace, and leave us alone. He intends on creating a law so strong, that not even you can undo it once it's been passed...That is the answer to everything you've asked me..."

She says, glaring at him. She wouldn't have told him everything, but he was expecting full and thorough answers, and the collar knew it. So it forced her to spill everything, and she now waited for the repercussions that were sure to come.

"Interesting concept indeed... how do we stop your father doing such a thing? uh? how do you propose we foil your and his plans?" asked Conrad not about to guess, but making her deliver the solution now that she had delivered the plan

"Call me master one more time and I will leave this kingdom forever." His reply came out abruptly and with a more harsher tone than he had intended it to. In reality though there was truth behind the words, once he'd found a way to destroy the slavers or they had evaded him, he planned full well to get as far away from the kingdom as he could. There were sights elsewhere he wished to see and he was not prepared to miss them.

Attempting to strike up a more regular conversation he asked the first question that fame to mind. "So what sort of people do you chase after? The sort you fall for?"

"I honestly don't know...despite this collar's capabilities, it can not make me produce answer's I simply don't have. I can propose ideas, but it doesn't guarantee that they will work. Not to mention that I personally believe you can't stop him. You could ambush him, but as I have proven earlier on the way here, our injuries heal themselves, so an attack is useless. My father also dabbles in magic, not to mention that he is very smart, so he wouldn't fall for such a thing as being tricked into wearing the collar. Not to mention that his magic is so strong that it would have little to no affect on him. You could use sunlight or wooden stakes to try and kill him, but my father has never been known to come unprepared, so that would most likely prove fruitless...the only thing I can think of is me...as much as I hate to say it, my father has one weakness, and that would be me...despite our kingdom and our people, I am one of the few things my father truly cherishes...ever since my mother died, he has always been protective of me, because I am one of the few things he has left to care about, and that goes both ways....I am my father's life, and he is mine...he would do anything to keep me from being killed or harmed..."

She says, the collar forcing the words out of her mouth as she crossed her arms and stared at him, waiting to see what he would do next.

"There is more to a knight than just chase bandits and slavers... you know" assured Lancelot with a warm smile. "I often go on errands to save lives and freedoms of those less fortunate" shrugged Lancelot

"What about you, sir.... what brought you here?" asked Lancelot curious "Your attire is not from these parts and your accent either, neither is the sword you wield, an ordinary one" noted Lancelot with good attention to detail

"That's not what I meant..." He paused thinking on the best way of phrasing what he wanted to get across. "Aha! The sort of person you take to bed? Like for me it's usually the best looking men, well those that would anyway."

The question in return made him think if only for a second, the answer snapping back seconds after it had been asked. "I came here from a land you don't need to know the name of. I've travelled many miles and arrived here to see the sights. I wander wherever my legs take me and will probably wander my entire life. There's enough to this world I probably will never stop trying to explore it all."

"You should try travel through space and time," Arun-Ja insisted, "See worlds beyond this one, like Nirn or Valerianos. It's lovely in Tamriel this time of year... depending on the time here and the time there, if you know what I mean."

Lancelot smiled with a mild blush at the rather personal question, coughing a little to clear his throat and answer the question correctly this time round.

"I have never embraced anyone, sir. I usually forfeit all pleasures to dedicate myself entirely to duty and virtues, to become a better man and a better knight for the service of others, the kingdom and the greater good, strictly living by the code of chivalry.

I do not indulge in neither idling nor drinking in excess nor gambling, in neither men nor women for the matter. It is not something I have considered so far, my liege" explained Lancelot red faced at the unexpected subject but polite and honest in his reply

"About your travels to this kingdom so far, have you been able to see much? Any joustings? the castle? the markets? or perhaps the waterfalls?" quizzed Lancelot wondering if he had been around a while or whether he had just arrived

Conrad rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Aynor... I am keeping this woman for my own, clearly, I cannot allow neither of you two to endanger the crown." concluded Conrad satisfied the collar was genuine as genuine as her threat.

"As for you, Ambrose, princess or otherwise, your kind is unsuited to live among us, never mind marry the heir to the throne. I will never consent to such a thing" rejected Conrad sharp and clear

"I do not want you in nearby me nor in my castle for the matter. You are a danger to us all, to me, to my son, to my kingdom as a whole... you will be taken to the tavern, furthest end of the city where you are to work and earn your food and shelter and pay taxes like the rest of my citizens" informed Conrad pointing her at the door.

"The bartender and owner is a man called Henry Morgan he will put you to good use, slave" waved Conrad disgusted at her treacherous plan

(I'm gonna assume Arun-Ja for this reply was talking to Inai, please correct me if I'm wrong and I will edit.)

The look on the knights face made Inai giggle slightly, the blush which spread across peoples faces whenever he brought this up was always something that made him smile. It reminded him of the first time someone had asked him the same question, a memory filled to no end with happiness. What did make him raise an eyebrow in surprise was the notion that someone could not have done any of those things before.

"Well, I'm currently off to whatever tavern I can find so I can sample this cities supply of drinks, "I picked up a taste for them on my travels you see and well you might not like them, but ... I think we share different tastes on this one."

However what really took his fancy was the statement said by the hitherto unnoticed Argonian. "Travel across space and time? Surely such a thing would be impossible to accomplish. No mage I've heard of can do such a thing."

Lancelot nodded and waved his arm forward, palm upwards invitingly to indicate Inai to follow.

"Come, good sirs, do follow me if you please, we can talk whilst I lead the way. The better stocked tavern is at the lower end of the city. It is more modest in comforts and more dubious in clientelle but the brews and ales and the mead there is quite a unique flavour. I will invite you to a round of your choice, find out your preference for the next occasion" nodded Lancelot also interested in Arun-ja statement of other words and time travels.

"No mage without daedric interference." he answered, pulling out a Sigil Stone (A stone that opens portals to other realms (or different dimensions, in the case of modification/Daedric Prince's blessing)) "This stone was blessed by Azura," he explained, "granting me travel throughout the Infiniverse. Though, sometimes, it only leads to places that I do not desire to come to. Such is the will of Daedra." He put the orb back in his cloak.

(Awwwwwwww tus! Conrad doesn't want a vampire?? That isn't that fun!! )

Ambrose would remain scowling at King Conrad, as he deemed her to be the slave of Henry Morgan. What confused her though, is how was she supposed work and earn her keep, if she was just going to be forced to work for this man and be forced to say and do everything he told her to do? She also doubted this man was going to pay her, so there was no way she would be able to pay taxes. She stares at the king, a mischievous smirk on her face all the less before saying one last thing to him.

"You are the king of fools....As long as I remain in your kingdom, you will fail. That I can be certain."

She says before two guards grab her by both her arms and wait for King Conrad to issue that she was to accept all orders and commands from Henry Morgan. They would then wheel her around, escorting her towards the door. She would throw one more apologetic look towards Merthyr before she was officially dragged out. She would be dragged by the other guards to the other end of the city, before being shoved inside the tavern by the guards. The guards would walk inside, talking amongst themselves before grabbing her again and taking her to Henry.

"Henry Morgan, by order of King Conrad, this blood sucker is to be your slave. She is to work and earn her food and shelter, as well as pay taxes like the rest of us. Though whether or not you even pay her is up to you. She is your slave after all, and this collar would demand obedience. She will be forced to say and do whatever you tell her to, so be sure to put her to good use, use her for whatever you desire."

The guards say before throwing her to Henry's feet and leaving. Ambrose would scowl and look up at him, before standing up and folding her arms, looking him dead on in the eyes.

(( OOC King Conrad is not giving away the slave, is sending her to hard labour as far from the castle as possible to avoid any contact with Merthyr or himself ))

Henry Morgan frowned at the woman, listening to the king's orders that she was brought over to him to work and pay taxes, nodding in understanding.

Once the guards had left he gazed down at the woman.

"Any tips from the customers are yours to keep, you get no wages or pay of any kind from me though, even the space you use to sleep and the food you eat and the drinks you consume, you pay for those too out of the tips you collect, so make yourself likeable if you want any money at all, I certainly will not be paying your taxes either. This place is not a charity" huffed Morgan displeased

"Get out there serving and collecting orders... don't keep the men waiting" prompted Morgan in a frown smacking her rear to get her moving quicker

"You're doing the washing up too at the end of the day, and more importantly don't forget to clean up spills throughout table service, spillages and vomits they are very common here" assured Morgan heading back to the kitchens

(so, who's playing the customers?? you or me??)

Ambrose would almost immediately see the problem in this. She drank blood. And while she could eat human food, without blood she wouldn't be able to survive long. Drinking her own blood wouldn't do her good either, and she doubted any of these people would be willing to sustain her. She would listen to him as he explained his rules, and just scowled at him as he mentioned she wold be forced to live off tips. She needed a place to stay, and she had no idea how much lodging was. Not to mention she wondered how she was going to even be able to work in her current clothes. She was wearing a giant ball gown dress, and it would be difficult for her to walk around in such clothes. Though all of these thoughts disappeared as he smacked her rear, and her eyes turn red as she bore her fangs at him.

"NEVER...lay your hands on me again..."

She says before her eyes stop glowing and she leaves. She would walk around from table to table, hustling as fast as she could to collect orders and bring them out to the customers. A lot of the men would grab at her or make lewd comments towards her, and it would truly disgust her. Though she would play their game for now. She would just force a smile and hope there was no...back room...that the men pay for as they escorted the ladies for a night of heated pleasure. She would bustle throughout the night, collecting tips as she did and pocketing them as she ran back and forth, cleaning up spills, washing dishes, and serving customers.

(guys you could be a bit more patient)

Inai looked suspiciously towards the knight, he didn't properly trust him, nor would he ever, however, the offer of a drink was far more tempting than his suspicions. Nodding he gave his silent approval and allowed himself to be lead in the direction of the tavern, not talking until he had reached the building itself.

Directing his next question towards Arun once again. "Even though you cannot control its destination, everywhere you go is still new is it not? The wonders of the infinite universe?"

"I suppose that is the case," he replied, "Even if my Clannfear is bad with directions, I still get to experience the worlds beyond my comprehension, and even make friends or allies wherever I roam. But I just wish that I could find someplace without these struggles. I mean, dealing with a Daedric Prince is confusing (As you can't tell if they're going to kill you or save you from death), but dragons and technology are somewhat even more hard to follow, as dragons have only recently returned to Tamriel and the only tech we know of is that of the Dwemer, who are extinct." He let these thoughts rush over his head before speaking again. "I suppose that I can deal with a few more things, then settle down at Tel Galen, my home near Vvardenfell. Do you ever dream, or desire, of returning home, or was your home taken from you, like my old home was taken from me?"