Eric Northman and Bran
Bran, contrary to what the guards seemed to expect -- and he had heard the whispers of their thoughts, the puzzlement at seeing a pureblooded Fae passing through their doors not as a potential buyer but as something destined for the block -- was behaving himself.
Well, perhaps behave was not quite the word. He was, after all, silently livid about his situation -- death would have been kinder, perhaps, than to suffer this humiliation -- but was determined not to give them the satisfaction of seeing a reaction.
So instead he found himself what passed for a comfortable corner with a good view of the long pane of glass embedded into the wall, crossing his legs as he adopted an almost meditative posture, and waited.