In the middle of the night someone's hand clasped over Ray'ven's mouth, then a soft 'shhh' sound followed. "Get up and don't make a sound, slowly."
Ray'ven awoke startled, barely making out the silhouette of whoever it was that was holding her. She did as she was told, slowly and cautiously getting from the bed so as to not disturb Garvet.
Hands patted Ray'ven down by the waist, then up towards her breasts. "Sorry, had to make sure you didn't have any weapons. We all know you like to use them," The person grabbed her by the arm and swung her around. Before her stood the crown prince of Eli'ak.
Just beneath her chin sat a shimmering dagger, and his mouth was twisted into a smirk. "Where the hell is my sister?" He growled, slamming her back against the wall. He thought about it though, the old fool would awake. So instead, he pushed her towards the door. "Keep walking, princess."