Moira cursed under her breath, her heart thudding in her chest. Her blue eyes stared at the king, Vasileios, she bit her lip hard as she felt her body tensing. "I'd rather stay up here...." She said bringing her face close to the vent to be heard, her blue eyes held annoyance in them as she looked down on Vasileios from her spot in the steam filled vent. Her tanned skin was glistening with sweat because of the cramped space she was in trapped heat. Her crimson hair had ruled more form the heat and she wasnt looking forward to having to dunk her head in water and letting it dry again to get rid of the curls.

When the other shadow had spoken to the king she had barely made out the facts that he had learnt about her....'Well at least he didn't find where I've been staying.... and good thing i'm planning on moving.....' she thought bitterly her beautiful face warped with a scowl on her lips. This close to the vent and in better light one could make out the scar across the bridge of her nose, the scar was old and deep, she had been lucky that the blade that caused it didn't break her nose in a traditional sense...her nose was still strait despite the scar. "How long did you know where I was." She said her eyes not leaving Vasileios's form, her lightly freckled cheeks where flushed from being in the cramped space for so long, she could feel her legs beginning to cramp up on her. She had to move soon or she wouldn't be able to run away this time.

Her trained eyes where able to make out the now cracked and broken in half yellow bath salt that had hit the edge of the bath and rolled along the floor...she had to get the king into the paralyzing water....she still had two more poisoned bath salted in her bag, aswell as a vile of blue antidote, just incase she herself got exposed to the water and what should be within it. Raising a hand to her face she pushed some of her now curly red hair away from her face as she continued to glare at the king, the metal necklace around her neck clinked against the stone, she had not worn it last time as she had been sure that she woudl have been killed instantly.

It had been her mothers, it was the only thing Moira had of her. It was an Ashari tribe amulet, she wasnt sure what one, as she had never learnt to read and write her native language, it was slowly being wiped out by the kingdom that had taken over her birth place. One had of it was a silvery grey metal and the other was bronze. It hug around her neck by a thick black cord, there was no clear connecting point between the two metals and the cord, it was as if they where melded together. One of her arms was covered in what some woudl call a arm warmer, it covered the burns on her arm from a sewer fire, one of the few times she had saved someone at all. She couldn't feel much in that arm any more, her fingers where all tingly in this cold weather. Either way the long piece of clothing covered form just under her shoulder to a cuff on her wrist, it was loose between the two straps holding it to her arm and wrist.

Her blue eyes stayed locked on the white haired king, still not coming out of the vent she was running threw escape plans in her head... she could just try to shimmy her way out of the crawl space like she originally planned. Yet her legs where cramping so she either had to do that soon or come out of the vent... and into the bathing chamber with the king, and that thought sent another flush across her face, she still remembered being pinned to the wall last time... she had felt so weak physically....and that didn't sit right with her at all. Plus he was basically naked....under what he had warped around himself.