Miranda had to admit, she was shocked. She expected the noblemen to pin this on her, saying she should have tried harder; run away, done more, that sort of thing. Instead, Khaylan took responsibility for the situation, and actually met her with an appology. Such amove rendered the blond speechless, before looking away in a way might even describe as bashful, or at least caught off guard.
"Um....actually," she said. "That...does at least...make me feel a little better. Thank you."
Lola shook her head. "I'm afraid not, my lord," she said. "Twere it a curse, I could undo it rather easy. But I'm afraid this is but a spell, nothing so malicious."
Miranda scoffed. "Not malicious, right," she corssed her arms "It's just a spell that robes me of my will, nothing special."
"Actually, it was devised for betrothed couples," Lola giggled. :"You see, if the two of you get frisky with anyone else, you're officially stuck like this forever. It was done as a means to keep betrothed couples from mating with anyone else before they consummated the marriage; dignity and all that."
Oh great, more good news, the girl thought. Hilde gently stood up, and approached the two bound souls.
"Milord," she said, voice shaking, but full of courage. "I must ask, what is it you intend to do now? I...I fear you may have frightening plans for my friend."
The concept made Miranda quirk a brow. "Yes, Milord..." she wondered; not aggressively, but certainly dryly. "I suppose you intend to put me under protective custody now? I would hope not, as such treatment would feel more like imprisonment than protection."