After being freed from the post, Cleo stood staring at him for along moment almost unable to believe he had agreed with her. Almost unable to believe he did not simply try to beat it out of her. While she understood the implication that if he put her parents on the ship she would likely never see them again. At least they were safe. He was probably right, if he did not send her father away he might very well raise an army agian. She was not completly convinced he would not eventaully find a way no matter where he went. Cleo was aware that he considered only her parents part of the bargin. There was not much left that she had to bargin for her own freedom.
For being no more than what it was, she found herself thankful for the shirt. It was hard to believe her life of luxury was reduced to being thankful just to be wearing a spare soldiers shirt. That thought made her cheeks burn slightly. She was sure to thank him for it anyway. Back at the castle she was givne permission to go see her parents. Cleo could not help crying, seeing her parents. The torture had stopped but they were still in pain. She actaully found herself unable to stay long without thinking about killing him the first chance she got.
Walking out of hte cells she did not look at the man the called the Ox. Disgusted by what he had already put her parents through. And he no doubt was dissappointed not to be allowed to do more damage. Her escort led her back to Kong at her request.
"Thank you for keeping your word and stopping the punishment..." Taking a deep breath, a light shiver went through her body. "I will give you my word of honor, once my parents are safe and sailing, I will give you the rest of my father's treasure....."