He was younger than she had been expecting. Still old, in her mind who saw everyone who past eighteen as 'old' but obviously much younger than the other knights she had seen. Even more so was the fact that he was neither scowling nor snapping at her. It threw Ysayle off, as she had at best been expecting to be ignored.
She eyes him dubiously, unable to help but wonder if this was some sort of trap, but why would he need that? She'd already been captured and it's not as if she'd be able to make a run for it.
"...Ysayle." She finally says.
The information he gives her confirms her suspicions and the faintest hint of hope blooms in her chest before it dims. Her hands shift in the pillory, wrists chafing and she drops her gaze, trying to sort out all that had happened.
"What's going to happen to me?" The Holy See did not grant mercy to those it deemed heretics and until now she had never thought to question it. After all, those were people who deliberately chose to harm others. Ysayle had never wanted such a thing, and now it made her question everything she had heard of such people.
no subject
She eyes him dubiously, unable to help but wonder if this was some sort of trap, but why would he need that? She'd already been captured and it's not as if she'd be able to make a run for it.
"...Ysayle." She finally says.
The information he gives her confirms her suspicions and the faintest hint of hope blooms in her chest before it dims. Her hands shift in the pillory, wrists chafing and she drops her gaze, trying to sort out all that had happened.
"What's going to happen to me?" The Holy See did not grant mercy to those it deemed heretics and until now she had never thought to question it. After all, those were people who deliberately chose to harm others. Ysayle had never wanted such a thing, and now it made her question everything she had heard of such people.