From her hiding place behind a painting Moira held her breath, she could feel sweat begin to form on her forehead as the men spoke. ‘My people are fighting for Porphyros?!’ She resisted swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat…. The people in the native lands of Ashari must be desperate...they’d always been oppressed in many parts of their own country by Porphyros...all the information she had heard over the years held true to this…. So why were they fighting for their oppressors….

When Vasileios looked around at the paintings Moira held still as stone, not blinking or breathing, keeping her eyes of neutral as possible till the king's eyes had well passed the painting she was hidden behind. Even if Vasileios had been alone in this room, there was no space for her to knock and launch arrows fast enough before she’d be caught. Trapped in marriage….. A shudder ran down Moira’s spine at the thought of being trapped, unable to move as she pleased, trapped within stone walls, no matter how fancy they were decorated it would still be a prison.

Her hands griped tightly into fists when the king spoke about a ‘secret’ weapon, the almost playful way he spoke reminded the Ashari women of how he spoke in the baths, playfully yet so assured of himself in what he was doing. Part of Moira had a feeling this secret weapon he was talking about had to do with their little...wager and that made her stomach sink.

Blue eyes carefully looked over Vasileios, trying to see if there was any sign of her necklace on her person. When she saw nothing that could be seen with the naked eye, so he was either hiding it under his clothing or somewhere else…. She felt her face heat up at the thought of his sans clothing…

Shaking her head gently she pushed those thoughts away, she knew she needed to find better place to snipe from...somewhere that she would have the higher ground on the king and relatively clear shots. Reluctant to leave behind the chance to learn more information Moira moved her arm up to close the peep hole panel. Her ears listing for any more information she might need before she slid the eye panel back into place.