The feeling of a cold and stiffened exterior is all the stallion felt as his eyes slowly opened, a ringing in his ears were barely even noticeable from the pain he was already feeling. His body slowly shifted, his front hooves moving his body up a tad for him to not be sitting instead of laying down.
His eyes were incredibly groggy and within them were slits instead of the natural pupil, making it all worse now since he hasn’t fed in quite a while as well as him sleeping was a rarity unless nearly starved or under extreme pain.
The vampony blinked heavily in order to release his eyes of the trap the sleeping has befell upon him, a faint wince escaped his lips when he could finally feel like light ringing in his ears from his unconscious fall and it slowly faded but it didn’t help his mood at all.
Afterwords, his eyes trailed around the room, realizing that this wasn’t the same cell bars that held him and it shocked him. He carefully lifted his body up from the bed spread that he was asleep on and observed the rooms surroundings with his hungry yet tired eyes before soon enough, the image of the benevolent princess was before him and that alone was enough to shake him from sleeps embrace.
He felt his stomach churn lightly at the sight of her, his eyes were now narrowed as he looked over towards her and a low, almost guttural growl escaped his lips before he caught himself, letting it die down and hopefully quick enough.
The stallion then approached the cell bars that separated him from the princess and he sat down, letting his wings finally relax since he was in a more comfortable place but keeping that relaxation to a minimum since he was still in confinement.
“Your majesty, how long as it been?” He asked polity, yet his facial expression remained unsettled as he glared towards the princess.
The sound of movement. It was both a relief, as well as a pang of worry. For she did not know how the other was going to react to the change of scenery. Would it be in aggression? Would it be in relief? Desiring the answer, the mare merely watched as the other rose. Out of the corner of her eye, she observed him as he inspected the room. Well... so far, it seemed as though he was alright.
However, that growl did not go unnoticed. Nor did the look in his eyes, or the change in them. She had a suspicion... but... she had not encountered something like this for eons. How was she to convince the public of it without panic, if her suspicion was proven to be true? With a soft glow of her horn, she closed her manuscript as the other approached the bars. The manuscript that held old folktales, old monsters long laid forgotten. This is where she had turned, looking for answers, when all other scriptures provided none.
“... I would say about a day. The moon has risen by now though, and most ponies are fast asleep.” The royal herself, looked quite tired. The reason for this of course, being that she was watching over the other. She had gotten up rather early, and retired late in order to do so. Much like a mother who oversaw their sick foal. “... There is no surveillance here, so I am free to speak with you as I wish. For you see, there are certain actions I must take in order to keep peace. Keeping within a modern sense of reason, is one of them unfortunately. Sometimes, that is not always the necessary course of action.”
“... You collapsed. Was it because you have not fed for some time?” In a way, what she was about to do was a test. A test of authenticity. By her side, was a satchel. Unfastening the clasp, she pulled a blood bad from it’s depths. Floating it over to the bars. Certainly, it would fit through the gap without an issue. “... If I give you this, will it aid you?”
