She looked so regal, so calm and relaxed in her seat. If Helena didn't know any better, her grandson's fiancee looked almost as though she was enjoying her temporary kidnapping. Dawn Jensen had refused to meet her captor's eyes, instead baring a stoic expression that masked her fear. The untrained eye would be fooled by such a facade, but to a former Cassadine Princess, the fear wasn't hard to find. It never was.
"Tea?" Her offer was met with a silent glare directed to her left shoulder. Helena shrugged, the indignation was strong now, but as had happened to her, the fire would fade and the walls would weaken. Eventually the new Cassadine Princess would bend to her will and despite believing the opposite, learn something from the older woman. Survival skills were essential in this family and who better teach them than the one who made the terrain so dangerous?