The brute's response wasn't out of the ordinary. The harlot hadn't thought much of what ways her speech could be interpreted, and instantly, the male stiffened, a venomous hiss coming from his lips, acidic gaze boring holes into her skull. A threat of death and her own skull viciously ripped from her crest caused the harlot to take a deep breath, to keep her own heart from kicking at her ribcage. Just as always, her lush accent flitted across her speech, darting inside of it and out. "Caro re, Kylar. I mean that in no way similar to that." Re was a satisfying name enough for a king, the direct translation from italian to english meaning 'Dear king'. Amethysts disappeared behind curtains for a brief moment before she would push skyward, icon rising as she stood. "There is nobody else outside the boundaries of this domain that feeds words to my lips. Not even before I was claimed as Arcanum's little white slave." Honesty flowed around her in a warm aura. Truly she hadn't been coached by another, only having met a woman known as Artemis, but even she hadn't spared her details of who exactly in Alacritia was to be avoided and what words could be spoken. Whatever she had said, it was purely coincidence. Or rather he could think not.
The beast still towered over her icon, whether or not she stood on the tips of her toes to reach his height, exactly like his stepson. A harsh glare burned into her skull, however much lower it may be before the apex of the beast. "I haven't even dared to wander away from this land." She wasn't showing off dominance, but she still yet wasn't submissive. It was a neutral expression that the ghost displayed. "At least I am smart enough to know that, re."
