Akash had found her, not that he means her harm. He's sure his bruised aides don't appreciate her hissing and hitting but then, they'll survive. She stands before him, proud and insanely beautiful. The Scorpion King wonders about her, what secrets she hides, just how much it would've taken her to kill him, but then she knows most poisons do not harm him. Had she another that might potentially get beneath his guard? Waving his aides away, much to their chagrin, he waits til the door clicks shut before gesturing to the couch, the table infront of it held snacks, refreshments for her to partake in.
â â I did not have you bought here to harm you. If you think that's my intention, dismiss it now. â Seafoam eyes never leave her, something tells him if he does, he'll miss something important. â â Thank you, for the prior intel. I do not go about collecting debts or well, being in someone's debt. So tell me, Zateros, what is it you desire? I'll repay my debt to you, generously. â The rest of her trope remains unharmed with his word, for he quite enjoyed them and thought they should be around more, but he needn't trap her here, just a small exchange.
Dangerous, she was nothing but violence within flesh and yet the moment she felt them tailing her, she could sense something different. A test, her strength, her sharp tongue, a threat of fangs but not much of a flinch from those that came after her. This meant these were not just grunts sent to capture her, but those well-prepared for venom, toxin, poisoning. These were a little more elite than she thought⊠still, she gave them hell. A few knees to the ribs, one bloke was tossed onto his back, another was bitten, but her fangs didn't crush his bracer worn forearm, but her fangs did show their full, terrifying length before she was taken down and dragged along.
Walking through wasn't something she was expecting them to let her do, but with that pride intact, she held herself under their care. Entering the large building, halls and then placed into a room that was waiting for company to fill it. Call her in some awe at the sight of Akash just being here. When she was released with his motion, her wrists were pulled to her front, the metal cuffs released with lock and key and her attention failed to follow the captures. He was gorgeous, she wasn't to deny the light of the desert but when you sit in a room with nothing to shield it, not even a silken curtain, she was once more silenced with his blessings.
Though, that was until she started speaking, her movements like his. Curious and wary but not with the idea of him hurting her, but the mind games. No being on the throne like The Very Sultan was below using words to gain something. "I didn't allow myself to be bought here for your head either, Sultan." She quipped in return, the chair invitation was given a moments hesitation, a calculated glance of the room deemed it safe and promptly. She moved to settle herself upon it. Clad in protective robes from the sand and sun, she loosened only the neck piece that allowed her to breathe a little easier in a room with little clean air. There was a flow, but it was slow - if she was to look for it again, she'd believe it to be more of a vent than a window.
When thanked, her attention snapped to him. A debt owed, was a big-big thing in this world. Where bounties were free upon the market, where death of millions could be called upon a sway of a hand⊠She felt herself feel⊠a little more something she couldn't put a name on. Akash, the Sultan, looked upon her as if she was something seen and that almost meant something to claim, no? Strange as it was though, she didn't feel the greed from him. Nothing that made her hackles stand on end or her instinct roar for freedom before these very walls become her prisonâŠ
There was only one thing she ever needed in these landsâŠ
"Our freedom, Sultan. That is all I wish for Our reward." Would he understand?
