Collin didn't like the look in the enemy king's eyes. Not one bit, he bit his lip when the other asked where he was in line to his fathers lands....this couldn't be good yet Collin hated the idea of lying, even to the king of the enemy. The pink haired prince flinched back a bit as the king walked closer, though he wasnt able to get far with the soldiers still holding his bound arms behind his back.

"I am the first born son of the king and queen of Elaria." Collin stood as tall as he could, while his thin frame and long hair woudl lead some to believe he was a women his voice was not feminine at all, yet at the same time it wasnt completely masculine either, somewhere in between. His blue eyes where the same as his fathers, the same blue as a summer's sky in midday. The Pink haired prince didn't like the fact that the enemy king had called him little one... he wasnt little... sure he wasnt as tall as most men his age; but that did not make his little.

Collin's blue eyes held determination of their own in them as he kept his eyes trained on the enemy king. Not trusting anyone in the room aside from himself at the moment. Part of Collin felt hollow, he knew it was because his family wasnt here, he was the only Elarian around for miles and that sat hard with the prince, some of his long pink hair falling into his face as he tried to control his breathing, to stop himself from panicking.