His stern gaze shifted into mild intrigue as she spoke briefly about her origins. Alaska? Celeborn certainly doesn't know of any realm possessing that name or any town nor kingdom by the name of Rochester. Quickly assessing that this woman hailed from foreign shores, Celeborn decided not to question her origins anymore. Perhaps it would be best that they kept the topic focused upon castle only but even that wouldn't be useful. Judging by how she hadn't answered his previous words, the Elvenlord knew that "freedom" wouldn't be possible in the form of a mere wish. Only these lavish luxuries could be wished for but nothing else.

"How many days has past since you've been summoned here?" Still content to keep the conversation pinned upon the statuesque blond, Celeborn allowed his thoughts to stray elsewhere. If he couldn't wish for his freedom, then how shall he achieve it? Until now, the blond hadn't mentioned any names or spoke of any reason as to why they're here. Instead, she looked quite reserved and seemed almost at some kind of nonchalant peace with her fate here. Most captives would show more distress and emotion at being ripped away from their homes but Rosalie almost acts as if this gilded cage is quite pleasant.