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

There was nothing better than the taste of shock in the air! Well, then again Rynek could think of a few things that tasted better and unsurprisingly, most were related to females. Nonetheless, the shock in the air was almost electric around him. His peers had expected the Prince to be pounded into submission at the least or maybe even seriously injured. What they did not expect was that he had held his own against Wilhelm the Black and earned a draw. That draw would define the whispers that would follow him for another few months. The Prince was home and he was already creating a stir.

More importantly, however, was the fact that there was no whores in sight and he had yet to choose a few brides. After nearly losing his life, the urge to sate his lusts hit him hard and he'd be damned if he didn't have a woman within the hour. The remaining Gems were proving to be a rather delicious sight as well - it was quite difficult to choose.

Pulling his eyes away from the Gems, he took a few regretful looks at the broken remnants of his blade before shrugging it off - he'd have another one forged and this time, he'd make sure the lousy bastards made it stronger than Wilhelm's.

As Rynek slipped his cloak back on, he made his way over to the white-haired girl who had caught his attention earlier. Standing over her, he made for a rather imposing sight as he stared onwards. Blood dripped from his lip and there was a hunger in his eyes that could either serve as an aphrodisiac or a paralysis for most women. Both worked for Rynek. His hand idly drifted upwards, catching her chin and tilting it so he could examine her eyes in proper light.

[color=sandybrown]"Well aren't you a pretty little thing. I've never quite seen eyes like those before."[/color]

The Prince, for all his barbarity, was still a Prince at heart and this girl had momentarily caught his fancy. Reaching down, he covered her hips with his hands and guided her out of the line, turning her back towards her peers. Leaning his lips to her ears, he spoke.

[color=sandybrown]"How about we play a little game. I want you to pick two sisters for yourself. The aim of the game is to find ones I like because if I don't like them... well, I'll have to distract myself with you and I get bored of my toys very easily if I'm forced to play with them for an extended time. I advise you don't put up a rebellious act, little one; it's not in your best interests."[/color]

[@Obscene Symphony]