As Sylas rounded the corner to his workshop that was connected to his room, he found Cyrus Blackwood sitting there. Sylas had always been annoyed with people who put on a show for the royal family, who brown-nosed him and his family just to get themselves a step up in society. Cyrus had never been one of those people. The Prince had always respected the man and found his demeanor to be one of the few people that Sylas could actually relate to. There was no horse and pony show, no frills and bows and glitter.

Sylas slowed his steps as he neared the man and nodded to him. "Cyrus, it's been a while." He commented.

Enjoyably challenging. Sylas liked that. There really was something very enjoyable in a good challenge. He actually offered the man a small smile. Smiles were not often seen on this particular prince but he had known Cyrus for quite a while now and there was a relationship of trust there. He wasn't just another diplomat or common citizen trying to blow flowers up his butt.

"Of course, no problem at all," he told Cyrus. "I was just heading to my workshop." It was just barely down the hall from where Cyrus had been sitting. He continued his steps there, assuming that Cyrus would follow him. The workshop was sealed shut but automatically unlocked when Sylas drew near to the door, an enchanting ring that Sylas always wore was the only way to enter the workshop. He stepped inside, holding open the door long enough for Cyrus to take it as he entered.

He assumed there was a reason why Cyrus wanted to accompany him but he didn't ask, letting the man speak whenever he was ready.

There was a hint of a smile on Sylas' lips when the man stated he was the least worried about him. Thinking of the rest of his siblings, there was a clear reason why. Sylas wasn't exactly like them. He was most similar to Kalini but even then...well, it made sense why Sylas would be the one to not be worried about. He also wasn't the kind of man to be puffed up with pride at a compliment, though he appreciated it all the same.

He didn't look at Cyrus while the man spoke, instead he remained focused on his task, trying to decide what all he might for this project. He also had something he needed to tell the man but he'd let this conversation wrap up first.

"I wasn't inside the courthouse when everything actually started to go downhill. I was smart enough to see the writing on the wall and made an exit with Ness and Kezia. However, given the destruction and the details I learned afterwards, as well as my study on the gifteds so far, I would say that if they chose to attack to us here, they could probably cause quite a lot of damage before we stopped them. However, I'm not sure that Arynn Frey is exactly on their agenda...yet."

Sylas placed a few items into a box as he walked around studiously but he paused what he was doing as he caught on to the insinuation of war. "Well that's the problem, isn't it?" he asked, turning to actually look at Cyrus. "Nevermere is trying to take control through politics. This marriage arrangement will eventually give the Nevermere princess more power in court than the current consort has ever had." Sylas didn't approve of this. He never had. If it had been him who had ended up with the potential of marrying Althea then he certainly would have said something to his mother against it.

"It's also clear that Nevermere is trying to take control of Lorendale. King Cassian is already the regent there and he's brought in a military force to help with the Eldouir problem. The Lorendalers aren't so happy with that." War didn't really come to Arynn Frey. They were so overpowered with their enchantments that any scuffles that had happened in the past were usually stopped before they really began.

Though when the subject turned to his studies there was a light that glimmered in his eyes. He had always been the most passionate about his work and he was eager to share it with someone who could understand. His full focus was now on the Blackwood. "I wanted to figure out how the gifts are passed down. It seems to have to do with genetics in many instances but not always. Where did it start? What is the true source. I can't believe that their gifts just sprang up out of nowhere, they have to have begun somewhere. What if we could find that source and harness it?" He had actually not mentioned this to anyone yet but the more he learned about the gifteds the more he wanted to be the one to find the source.

"I've been able to do studies on their blood and on a few individuals as well, though I haven't been able to find the source yet through any of that. I'm also curious if their gifts can be harnesses in an enchantment, maybe taken from them somehow but I have only just been able to touch the surface into that question." Sylas wasn't usually so wordy but Cyrus was the right person asking the right questions.

Idiots, the lot of them. Of Sylas was against the idea entirely of anyone wanting to 'influence' Arynn Frey. There was a clear superiority in the Kingdoms and though Lorendale and Nevermere seemed to think awfully highly of themselves, it was Arynn Frey that came out on top. They just didn't realize it yet.

His interest was peeked in Cyrus ideas of the magic and how it might work and what he might study next. He didn't reply, but it was clear he was mulling over the ideas as he rubbed his fingers over his lips. "I wonder if the magic in all the kingdoms in connected in some sort of way. It would mean a lot more work on my part to find subjects to test but it could be groundbreaking information if we discover a link..." he trailed off thoughtfully but the idea of other kingdoms reminded him of something.

"There was actually something else I wanted to talk to you about," he began. "We had already learned that Coheed somehow had access to some Arynn Frey enchantments. I think most believed that there was a traitor who gave them these weapons but I recently learned about the source," he didn't stop but gave out all the information at once. "It turns out that there is an enchanter actually living in Coheed in the place that used to be Kuustabo. She is willingly making enchantments for them. I even got a name." At that he looked very seriously at Cyrus because he knew the name would be familiar to him. "It's Ellora Roquefort." She had been the council with Cyrus' father and had disappeared rather than being found dead like the rest of them.

Sylas was very interested in this line of thought regarding the theory of magic but there were other things to talk about first. He shook his head at Cyrus' question. "Not yet, I was planning to while I was here," he said. Though if Cyrus had a reason why he shouldn't..., well he was the internal affairs minister after all.

(sorry this is so short lol)