When his bound wrists where let go Collin wobbled for a moment, before gingerly bringing his hands in front of himself. He blinked as the king spoke.... joining.... 'DOES HE THINK I'M A PRINCESS!' Collin's voice echoed in his own head, he had a hard glare at the kings tone, OK so clearly he didn't look like a ideal prince... he had long hair where his siblings kept theirs as a more normal length. He kept his hair long because in the royal family, or any family in their kingdom really, a child born with pink hair was someone special, had a talent that was bound to bring prosperity to the land.

Most of the pictures depicting the ones with pink hair in the castle had the hair long, even on the men.... Collin had grown up liking the idea of keeping his hair long, made it easier to braid flowers and ivy into it when he was in the gardens back home. Collin's sky blue eyes blinked when the other prince spoke up, eyes narrowed slightly he moved to follow the prince with red hair. His writs still hurt from the guards holding on so tightly, he was sure he'd find bruises on them in the morning.

Collin still felt a cold coil forming in his gut as the kings words echoed in his head.... the king that attacked his homeland wanted to join the kingdoms.....this was ludicrous.... Elaria had no princesses.... only four princes.... a king and a queen..... that should have been common knowledge even outside their kingdom surly... as they traded with other lands.