Heir of the Forgotten

~Interrogation~

 Selene sits uncomfortably before Vincent and Dorian. She feels less like one who was saved and more like somebody being questioned for a crime.

Vincent's voice is teasing, but rude all at once as he speaks. "As much as I would love to taunt the pretty lady, there are more important things to do than talk away with introductions. We should try to keep this short for the little lady, shouldn't we? Poor thing did just lose her parents after all." Vincent is crude in his words and dismissive. There's a bored and empty look in his eyes.

Dorian clears his throat as he taps his fingers to the table. "Your Highness, it's best not to be so crude. I find this one to be sensitive."

Heat burned her cheeks as she glanced up for a moment, then dropped her eyes back to the table. She is not emotional or sensitive.

If anything, the situation is starting to feel numb. It's that ache, that burning feeling in her chest she's lived with since she woke up at 13 without memories.

"You're honestly quite the gentleman Dor, still, it's hard to have a conversation when the female you're talking to keeps her head tucked." The prince smirks, but his eyes remain disinterested. "Usually, women like to gape at us. Suppose you're no woman, though." He speaks demeaning as if purposefully placing a rift between him and those in front of him.

Selene flinches, her heartbeat picking up a bit.

"He is required to know so that the case might move forward. He is the only one outside myself who knows." Dorian tries to keep the small bit of trust she may have with him. Her comfort is needed in this situation.

"A powerless fae, it's harder to come across such a human fae than it is to come across the weak. What should we call you? Worthless?" Once more, Vincent speaks with painful words, yet no true venom seeps from his tongue.

"You're Highness, we discussed this." Dorian narrows his eyes slightly.

Vince scoffs, rolling his eyes at the other's interruption. "So what? She can't even raise her head. You don't think we can possibly get a bit of information out of her, do you? This is a waste of time. There are other things we could be doing to catch this one assassin. We already know where the den is... relatively. It would be easy to go in there and get what we need to find this idiot. He was caught once, so it isn't like we don't have a face. Why tag along with some child?"

"I'm 18, thank you very much." Selene murmurs under her breath. The more he talks, the more infuriated she feels. He's pretty, but he screams spoiled royalty. An overconfident piece of work.

"Oh, wow, she speaks. I figured you were an adult. You just act like a scared child. Hm, she even has no sense of humor. How boring." Vincent scoffs, leaning back in his chair and kicking his feet up on the table. She didn't strike him as a child. She's just keeping to herself like she is one.

"I apologize for his sour mood. He's been forced to deal with this by his father." Dorian sounds exasperated, as if he deals with this constantly. Selene could feel bad for the captain.

"How many times have I asked you not to call that bastard my Father?" Vincent hisses.

"Apologies, he's been called out here by the King." Dorian sighs, looking as if he may strangle the prince at any given second. This Selene finds slightly amusing. They have an odd dynamic, yet... they are clearly close.

Selene can't help but scoff a little at this childish hiss. Almost everybody adores the king, so how come his son seems like he'd gladly rip out his throat?

"Ah, I get it. It's alright." Selene smiles lightly, then leans back and slouches slightly. Her eyes lift from the table to look from the Captain, then to the prince.