These tall buildings and what was referred to as electricity- many of the other citizens seemed accustomed to it while the scorned prince was absolutely dumbfounded at such a technological advancement- were things to get accustomed to though in hindsight with many willing to lend a hand to such a poor soul, it wasn’t going to be too difficult. Without Sitron, he’s forced to traverse by foot, slowing his usually non-stop pace to one that will allow him to see what the city has to offer. Standing before a rustic cart piled high with both familiar and unknown fruits, a hand reaches for one, curiously looking about for someone who would be interested in giving a debriefing of what they are before his eyes lock with an all too familiar face.
“Damn it all..” He’s frantic. She knows what he’s done. She’s going to destroy his facade. His newly rebuilt reputation has already come so far, and if he wishes to keep it that way, he isn’t about to risk it all to speak with the one who had him sent back. And so it’s with a shaky breath that he cards clothed fingers through his hair, straightening himself and his raiment into a more collected image in order to whisk himself into the oncoming crowd seamlessly and without attention. If he simply walks away from where her gaze had caught him, then he can escape as easily as he’d come.
But it’s her pleading voice that draws his attention back to her once more, the distress and anguish running through his mind. Her tone isn’t angry- quite the opposite of that- and as he recalls what others have told him, his steps draw sluggish. Maybe she’s from a different time. One can only hope, with much to gain and little other than the prestige that he’s earned, he decides to take his chances. He approaches, gaze cast away from her face, hesitant but steps forwards nonetheless. If he’s wrong, he can always try to play towards her inclination towards sympathy.
“I.. Your highness.” He swerves, and when his eyes catch hers once more, he collapses onto one knee before her while the gloved right hand presses against his chest. Lips tug bitterly in time for his head to bow down, covering her line of sight from the grim expression painted across his features, the fingers straightened out of respect now curling irritably to grasp his coat in loose frustrations.
♛ Surprise reveals itself in the form of a gasp though she is unsure whether it comes from his unexpected greeting or the fact that he listened to her pleas and stopped to hear her out after all. Nonetheless, lips press together into a thin line in response, gaze lingering on his bowed form before drifting away altogether to focus in on something else.
The comment is weak, her voice so small that she isn’t even sure whether he heard it or not for he has yet to make a move and with his face still hidden from view it’s impossible to assess his mood based upon expression alone. For good measure she finds herself taking a small step back nonetheless, eager to apply more space between the two as she draws in a deep breath to steel herself.
Her statement from before was a lie. She has many questions for the prince should he ever be willing to answer them but there is only one that stands out in the moment. Shoulders straighten along with her posture as she finally gathers the courage hidden deep within her to face him once more, expression now hardened to prepare herself for whatever his answer may possibly be.
It could be left at that but in a moment of weakness she finds herself pressing on, littering him with details he hadn't asked for nor really needed to know to begin with. "If you are here and I am as well, then I fear she may have been brought to this place along with us..."
A frown tugs at her lips, chest tightening at the mere thought of her sister so far from home. Arendelle is all they know. Her rambling briefly continues, a rather unflattering trait in which she and Anna share-- only a handful of such to hint that the two are indeed related despite their day and night differences in personality and stature. The last time she had spoken with him, he was the one who hadn't known of the princess' whereabouts and now it seemed their roles had reversed. "I know that she had yet to return to you back when we spoke in the cell, but..." Voice fades as she finally wills herself to make eye contact once more, determination far stronger than her desire to shrivel away.
"If we were both taken from Arendelle then it's likely that Anna was taken as well and if that's the case I would hope you'd have found her by now considering she's your fiancee, after all." The word leaves a bitter taste in her mouth, her disapproval evident from the scowl that now adorns her face. At this point, despite her refusal to grant the two her blessing she is well aware that she is powerless when it comes to whatever decisions the prince and princess will make.
