"The queen doesn't have any proper guards," Romulus muttered, perhaps a bit more bitterly than was technically allowed, but he didn't care. He knew this prison in and out, and there were no holes for other guards to listen to. It was a backwater place, out of the way of everyone else, and where he usually did his less-than-legal dealings.
"I want exactly what I asked before," he said. He knew, from the look in the rebel woman's eyes, that he was fighting a losing battle, but it was better to go down fighting than to live a coward. "I want your help finding the princess. I know that you have information on it, and I want it." He hesitated for a moment before saying, "I want help getting her out of the country."
There. It was out there. And this woman probably wouldn't care a lick.
Atria's grin grew as he spoke, a triumphant look now in her eyes. Whether what he was saying was true or not, she was getting somewhere. She had leverage now. Leverage that could be used to get away if she was able to get out of the cell.
"You assume I have information about the princess?" She started, clearly mocking him, "What does she mean to you? Does the nameless guard have eyes for the lost heir? Want to kidnap her for yourself? Since I know all too damn well you don't want to get her away from the country."
There was a new, amused, clever tone to her words, and the subtle shift in attitude was clear too. She didn't believe him for a moment, and yet, she was almost curious what excuses he would bring in now. In no world would she give him any leads on the princess, but that didn't mean she couldn't use his gullibleness as power to get out of here. If she could convince him that she would 'help' him, she could get out of the cell, run to the nearest guards, turn him in for treason, and be on her merry way before anyone knew what was going on. Back to the rebellion.
