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

[color=sandybrown]"You really need to be more attentive, ladies. My name is Prince Rynek Darion the first. Killer of kings and breaker of men. Third in line to the throne, yada, yada. You may call me sir, master, my Lord, my Prince and Rynek only when I'm balls-deep inside of you."[/color] When his joke inevitably failed to make them laugh, he frowned and turned on his heels. Assuming they would follow, he traced his way back towards the exit. His work was done that day - he had garnered two brides and produced a draw with Wilhelm while only having returned from a war. He had battled now he wanted to fuck. Unfortunately, that was a number of hours away but he had a number of ground rules to lay out with them.

As he walked them away from the ballroom with broad steps, his hand naturally fell to where his sword would be only to be reminded that it was gone. That made him more than uneasy but he kept his pace. [color=sandybrown]"I understand that many Drakken prefer to brand their brides in case of escape. Although I might have to do this later, I would prefer to have you know not to escape. Ever."[/color]

He didn't even bother looking around - he didn't need to. His powers lashed out at Lienna first. He didn't know her powers but his were a lot stronger than hers. The method he chose was one he used to torture women earlier - he simply began to heat up the tight dress that enveloped her body. He continued heating it until it grew painful then pushed even further. The young girl could either accept the growing amount of pain or strip.

After that, his powers chose to attack Amaryllis. Much like Wilhelm's powers earlier, he elected to steal the very air from her lungs. It only began with small amounts, leaving her breathing a little heavier. As their footsteps emanated around the mostly empty corridor, he drew more and more from her until she was left virtually choking. It was then that he chose to stop.

[color=sandybrown]"Make no mistakes. If any of you choose to run, only death awaits you. I control every fibre of your mortality now and I will be more than willing to steal your life away from you if you leave me. I could kill you now if I wished to. Snuff out your being with a gentle shift..."[/color] There was a sickening longing sound in his voice - Rynek could be the playful Prince but under all that, hid a monster which would tear them apart if it chose to.

For the few short seconds that they went through pain and near-death, it suddenly ceased. Ama could breath once more and Lienna didn't have to strip for him just to avoid getting second degree burns. With that, he continued walking as if nothing happened.

Eventually, they were released into the cool mountain air. The deadly Crownguard forces were awaiting them on horseback, guarding a rather ornate carriage. The Crownguards were a group of about two dozen heavily armoured troops. They were more than willing to die for him which made them the perfect bodyguards. As he approached, they watched the two new additions with uncaring eyes. They knew better than to holler or hoot at the two girls - Rynek would cut their tongues out.

The young Prince led both of his new brides to the carriage before opening the door and helping both of them up into it. Inside, there was another girl, strangely enough. Her features were dark and sharp but she was beautiful beyond all measures. She was barely a year older than the other two but anyone with two eyes could tell that she was from the Southern Kingdoms. [color=sandybrown]"Ah yes, this is my guest, Princess something or another. Those Southern bastards have complicated names. Fret not though, she's not for me. My brother requested that I take her. Don't know why he would ever want a Southerner though; trust me when I say that they're not the prettiest beasts to fuck. Not soft like you pretty little Gems."[/color] As he spoke, he helped Lienna up into the carriage, making sure to give her ample backside a soft squeeze to remind her of her position.

Instead of riding with them in the carriage, he left them and mounted his destrier. Unfortunately, they couldn't move overly fast due to the carriage which made the journey all that bit longer. This, however, gave his brides enough time to speak and plot.

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

This couldn't be happening. Atallia was [i]told[/i] that the Drakken never thought; they just acted. If it had been as they said it would have been then he would have taken his anger from the day out on her but it wasn't. He saw right through her - right through her intentions and her facade and he acted accordingly. They weren't meant to think like that. Shame choked her, wrenching it's way into her heart and shattering it as she watched poor, weak Aery be violently exposed to them. Cold dread settled into her heart as she watched him, awake but too lost to hear his words. As he seared his mark into Aery's skin, reality hit her hard, downing her in a single punch.

[Color=Gold][i]Lugft didn't cause this. I did.[/i][/color]

The fire urged her to fight, to peel away that bastard from Aery and make him pay but her mind had firmly detached itself from the fire. She no longer listened to its calls. She was useless and dead. How could she ever benefit the rest of them if all she did was destroy and bring pain? It hurt. Her head hurt. She wanted to fade away from this place; to forget that she was beautiful and that she was selected. She wanted to go home.

Once Aery was dealt with, he pulled her up and she could feel the unwanted touch of his hand on her ass. He was right, she realised. He could take what he liked and there was very little the rest of them could do. It didn't matter what order they went in; that was irrelevant. He'd rape them and continue raping them until he judged them to not be pretty enough and had them replaced.

[Color=gold][i]I'll be the first.[/i][/color]

Atallia could hear his words in her ears but she found it hard to process them. Too many things happening at once. She wanted to fall asleep. Or die. Both would have suited her cause perfectly. But the cold rage of his words brought her back from that door. Did he think that she was just going to roll over and let him take her? Did the bastard not have any respect? She would die for the rest of them, go through any pain, let herself become the martyr if it meant that they escaped with a gentle fate.

[color=gold][i]I already know my fate. They have a chance. Save them.[/i][/color]

Atallia fell back from him, seeking the refuge of her quiet corner of the carriage. Curling her feet up onto the seat. She heard Tirza's words but she ignored them as she turned her gaze away, allowing it to fall away from Aery. She had betrayed her own sister with that violent lash of hers and now Aery was going through a massive amount of pain and humiliation .

Was this the only duty the Gods had for her? Was her only job to lay down her life so that others could live on. No. They knew from the start what they were doing. The prietesses loved to tell them that the Gods had a plan for all of them and Atallia believed that. That's why she chose not to pray to them or ask them for help. They had abandoned her to her fate; left her to be destroyed by these monsters.

[i]You will never create, Atallia. Your fire only destroys[/i]