[color=Gold][h2]Atallia Faeron[/h2][/color]

Well that was... unexpected. The last thing she wanted was some snide bastard who took advantage of women - she knew that even in Drakken society, that was deplorable. She wanted a great warrior so that she could teach him a lesson or two about taking slaves from [i]her[/i] homeland! Like that warrior that had apparently claimed the Princess; he looked imposing and she could just tell that he must have been strong considering how the others somehow lost their appetite when it came to the Princess.

More pressing, however, was the sick hunger in the eyes of the man that had claimed her. It was clear that he was pissed off and he would probably take great pleasure in making sure that her rebellious side was dampened. Talli was just about to bite back at him when the Princess launched into her speech about how they should hold their peace. [i]Protectors? Did they hit you with a rock when you were a child you fool of a girl?[/i] The Drakken were not protectors. They were the lesser of two evils. If she thought that Talli was going to even think about bowing down to these pigs then she was wrong.

Clearing her throat a little, she looked towards the man who had claimed her. [color=Gold]"We're not yours. We're not objects for your viewing pleasure. And for your information, there'll be plenty of others who will try and get me."[/color] She didn't even know if she wanted someone else to claim her though - the only reason they would do that was because of Talli's mannerisms so they would certainly not contest for the feeble looking girl next to her. She couldn't leave her to this sicko - he'd hurt her in the worst sort of way after losing two girls. No, she had to remain there and help her Sister.

Leaning in, she shook her head a little and offered the girl a proud smile. [color=Gold]"Don't worry about it. I can handle some Drakken idiot who thinks he has a smidge of power. Don't do anything stupid, ok?"[/color]

[color=sandybrown][h2]Rynek Darion[/h2][/color]

The large doors to the ballroom swung open, the guards manning them looking a tad bit nervous as they stood to attention. Outriders had only arrived five minutes previous to inform the garrison that the Prince was on his way, wishing to join the celebrations. Their nervousness was understandable, the Prince was known to be brutal enough but rumours had spread that he had fallen into a state of madness whist he was warring. All rumours, of course - all he did was burn down a village or two when they wouldn't give him the information he required.

Rynek had specifically requested not to be introduced, he wanted to see if his loyal brothers would recognise him after five long years. He had changed since then - there was a new fire in his eyes that probably contributed to the madness rumours but he had also gained a memorabilia which was currently clasped to his sword belt. Despite being a little weathered, the firm, golden crown of the King of the Southern kingdoms had been removed from its previous owner (whose head was back with his men). He liked the old thing - it betrayed his true identity from the grey riding leathers.

It seemed that the guest of honour drew a lot more attention than the stranger at the door as most focused on her as she challenged the other lords to fight Wilheim. Smiling softly, Rynek idly rambled to the edge of the balcony and leaned onto the banister, casting his eyes down over the crowds before scanning over the little group of Gems. There wasn't an awful lot of them but it was a good harvest - there was already two or three he wouldn't mind having a go on.

[color=Sandybrown]"It seems that the Princess knows the game but not the pieces."[/color] His tone was light as he descended the staircase but the entire room silenced anyhow, their heads turning to the stranger who had decided to interrupt. He wasn't clothed in finery and his hood hid most of his features so he forgave them for not recognising him yet. [color=Sandybrown]"You know, when you become vassals of peace, don't try and have an understanding of war, little one. That man there is Wilheim the Black - the finest killer in all the land and I assure you, everyone who stands in his way will die. Maybe except for one or two but you get the gist of it."[/color] He had been slowly walking towards the Princess who had already turned to him.

Taking a small detour, Rynek moved along the line of Gems and somehow kept his hands off the mostly frightened looking girls. [color=Sandybrown]"You're beautiful, Princess, but sometimes men's heads are bigger than their balls. These sorry buggers know that crossing old Willy will only result in death and they fear death. You fear death. This little bunch of Gems also fear death. Willy don't fear death though and neither do I. In answer to your question, we protect your homeland so we can have fun little encounters like this! I'm pretty sure most of these gentlemen couldn't pay whores to do what they have planned for you lot."[/color] With that, he stopped speaking and turned to inspect the remaining Gems, still not exactly disclosing who he was. Wilheim would know though - there was only one idiot who had the guts to call him Willy and that was Rynek Darion.

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