He wasn't necessarily caught by surprise. She was a royal, but her answer did snag his interest. Something about the way she carried herself made him willing to trust her. Even if it was just a sliver of his trust he was prepared to offer. He cracked a toothy side-grin, tilting his head to reveal one cold, useless eye. This was going unexpectedly as expected.

She wasn't consumed enough by conceit to claim a lack of fault like most royals. He had run into many Moroi who presumed the rules didn't apply to them, but she was different. "You misunderstand, your Highness. I'm not reprimanding you. I just want to know your motives." He stepped closer, his authority seeming to radiate from him like an aura, and offered his hand. "If you would join me, I'd like to take you to meet him." He offered. 

Perhaps a girl of seemingly similar age would entice the Fallen One to speak on what happened to him and what exactly he is. Desmond was even milling over the thought of letting the thing roam free, under supervision of course. He turned one war toward the Chancellor, "It wouldn't be too much trouble, would it Dolorante? 

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Orion waited on the cold floor, gripping the bars of his cell as he looked around the room. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be thankful or worried. He was caged again, but a cage was better than that chair. All that open space, but nowhere to move to. He had been bolted to that chair for... how long was it? Days weeks? More? He shuddered and moved away from the bars. The guards had cleaned up his.. mess while he had watched from a corner. It seemed there was more faith in him than seemed appropriate, given the situation. Something felt off. They seemed more interested in him than he was particularly comfortable with, but for the time being, he wasn't strong enough to escape. So he waited...

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